The God Of War Is Impartial: He

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

All Deaths Are Hateful To Miserable Mortals, But The Most Pitiable Death Of All Is To Starve.

All Men Owe Honor To The Poets - Honor And Awe; For They Are Dearest To The Muse Who Puts Upon Their Lips The Ways Of Life.

Over The Wine-dark Sea.