Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

Long Exercised In Woes.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide