I Am Dying With The Help Of

Shall I Pass By And Leave You Lying There Because Of The Expedition You Led Against Greece, Or Shall I Set You Up Again Because Of Your Magnanimity And Your Virtues In Other Respects?

But Truly, If I Were Not Alexander, I Would Be Diogenes.

I Send You A Kaffis Of Mustard Seed, That You May Taste And Acknowledge The Bitterness Of My Victory.

I Am Involved In The Land Of A Leonine And Brave People, Where Every Foot Of The Ground Is Like A Well Of Steel, Confronting My Soldier. You Have Brought Only One Son Into The World, But Everyone In This Land Can Be Called An Alexander.

On Their Side More Men Are Standing, On Ours More Will Fight!