Praise Me Not Too Much, Nor Blame

Be Both A Speaker Of Words And A Doer Of Deeds.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

By Hook Or By Crook This Peril Too Shall Be Something That We Remember

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.