Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man,

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.