It Is No Bad Thing To Be

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.