Yet, Taught By Time, My

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

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

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.