We Men Are Wretched Things.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.