We Battle On In Words, As Always,

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

The Charity That Is A Trifle To Us Can Be Precious To Others.

The God Of War Is Impartial: He Hands Out Death To The Man Who Hands Out Death.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.