The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.

You, Why Are You So Afraid Of War And Slaughter? Even If All The Rest Of Us Drop And Die Around You, Grappling For The Ships, You’d Run No Risk Of Death: You Lack The Heart To Last It Out In Combat—coward!

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.