Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.

Like Strength Is Felt From Hope, And From Despair.

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.