Among All Men On The

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

We All Scribble Poetry.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.

Yet While My Hector Still Survives, I See My Father, Mother, Brethren, All In Thee.