Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.