It Was Built Against The Will Of

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.