For Afterwards A Man Finds Pleasure In

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.