But You Can't Stop At One, You

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

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

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.