The Journey Is The Thing.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

Nothing Feebler Than A Man Does The Earth Raise Up, Of All The Things Which Breathe And Move On The Earth, For He Believes That He Will Never Suffer Evil In The Future, As Long As The Gods Give Him Success And He Flourishes In His Strength; But When The Blessed Gods Bring Sorrows Too To Pass, Even These He Bears, Against His Will, With Steadfast Spirit, For The Thoughts Of Earthly Men Are Like The Day Which The Father Of Gods And Men Brings Upon Them.