It Matters More How One Gives Than

How Sweet To Die After One's Enemies.

Oh, How Sweet It Is To Pity The Fate Of An Enemy Who Can No Longer Threaten Us!

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame.

To Die For One's Country Is Such A Worthy Fate That All Compete For So Beautiful A Death.

To Myself Alone Do I Owe My Fame. [fr., Je Ne Dois Qu'a Moi Seul Toute Ma Renommee.]