Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters

Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why Moan About It So? Even Patroclus Died, A Far, Far Better Man Than You. And Look, You See How Handsome And Powerful I Am? The Son Of A Great Man, The Mother Who Gave Me Life-- A Deathless Goddess. But Even For Me, I Tell You, Death And The Strong Force Of Fate Are Waiting. There Will Come A Dawn Or Sunset Or High Noon When A Man Will Take My Life In Battle Too-- Flinging A Spear Perhaps Or Whipping A Deadly Arrow Off His Bow.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.