The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.