Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

Accept These Grateful Tears...for Thee They Flow, For Thee... That Ever Felt Another's Woe.

Rather I'd Choose Laboriously To Bear A Weight Of Woes, And Breathe The Vital Air, A Slave To Some Poor Hind That Toils For Bread, Than Reign The Sceptred Monarch Of The Dead.

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.