Better To Die On Your Feet Than

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.