Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

[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.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.