Sinks My Sad Soul With Sorrow To

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.