Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.