Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though

Better To Live Or Die, Once And For All, Than Die By Inches.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.