Have Patience, Heart.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

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

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.