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A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

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.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.