Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

The Blade Itself Incites To Deeds Of Violence.

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.