It Is Always The Latest Song That

Over The Wine-dark Sea.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?

It Is Always The Latest Song That An Audience Applauds The Most.

Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou Hast Left Behind.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.