And They Die An Equal Death —

A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.

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

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.