It Is Not Unseemly For A Man

I Live An Idle Burden To The Ground.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.