Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

For Rarely Are Sons Similar To Their Fathers: Most Are Worse, And A Few Are Better Than Their Fathers.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.