Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the

To him who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.

In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

Our business in the field of fight Is not to question, but to pro

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of

Revenge is sweeter far than flowing honey.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save eac

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are

‘Tis true; ’tis certain; man though dead retains Part of himself;

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the ragi

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