We Cannot All Hope To Combine The

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

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!

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

I Would Rather Be A Serf In A Poor Man's House And Be Above Ground Than Reign Among The Dead.

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.