Proud Is The Spirit Of Zeus-fostered Kings

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

I War Not With The Dead.

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.