In War The First Casualty Is The

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn