...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/

Ajax The Great Himself A Host.

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.

Proud Is The Spirit Of Zeus-fostered Kings - Their Honor Comes From Zeus, And Zeus, God Of Council, Loves Them.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.