All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals,

It Was Built Against The Will Of The Immortal Gods, And So It Did Not Last For Long.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

Fate Is The Same For The Man Who Holds Back, The Same If He Fights Hard. We Are All Held In A Single Honor, The Brave With The Weaklings. A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As The One Who Has Done Much.