Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.

Death Submits To No One.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills