Know Not To Revere Human Things Too

When A Man's Willing And Eager The God's Join In.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.