It Is The Bold Man Who Every

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Being Popular Is The Most Important Thing In The World!

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.