The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.