O Athenians, What Toil Do I Undergo

At Achilles Tomb, O Fortunate Youth, To Have Found Homer As The Herald Of Your Glory!

We Of Macedon For Generations Past Have Been Trained In The Hard School Of Danger And War

There Are No More Worlds To Conquer!

Are You Still To Learn That The End And Perfection Of Our Victories Is To Avoid The Vices And Infirmities Of Those Whom We Subdue?

Shall I Pass By And Leave You Lying There Because Of The Expedition You Led Against Greece, Or Shall I Set You Up Again Because Of Your Magnanimity And Your Virtues In Other Respects?