Think Not To Match Yourself Against The

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

He Lives Not Long Who Battles With The Immortals, Nor Do His Children Prattle About His Knees When He Has Come Back From Battle And The Dread Fray.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.