Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never

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

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

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.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.