Do Not Mourn The Dead With The

Have Patience, Heart.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.

Whenever A Man Is Tired, Wine Is A Great Restorer Of Strength.