They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.