There Is No Greater Fame

Wine Gives Strength To Weary Men.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

But Listen To Me First And Swear An Oath To Use All Your Eloquence And Strength To Look After Me And Protect Me.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

There Is No Greater Glory That Can Befall A Man That What He Achieves With The Speed Of His Feet Or The Strength Of His Hands.