Beware The Toils Of War ... The

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From Heaven Proceed The Woes Of Man: Heaven Doom'd The Greeks To Bleed.

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.