Those Who Do Not Wish To Kill

Now That No One Buys Our Votes, The Public Has Long Since Cast Off Its Cares; For The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Meddles No More And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things - Bread And Circuses.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

There Is Nothing Which Power Cannot Believe Of Itself, When It Is Praised As Equal To The Gods.

Ask For A Valiant Heart Which Has Banished The Fear Of Death, Which Looks Upon Length Of Days As One Of The Least Of Nature's Gifts; Which Is Able To Suffer Every Kind Of Hardship, Is Proof Against Anger, Craves For Nothing, And Reckons The Trials And Gruelling Labours Of Hercules As More Desirable Blessings Than The Amorous Ease And The Banquets And Cushions Of Sardanapallus. The Things That I Recommend You Can Grant To Yourself.

No Wicked Man Knows Happiness, And Least Of All The Seducer Of Others.