No Trust Is To Be Placed In

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

No Trust Is To Be Placed In Women.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.