Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

I Say No Wealth Is Worth My Life.

Do Thou Restrain The Haughty Spirit In Thy Breast, For Better Far Is Gentle Courtesy.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

He Lives Not Long Who Battles With The Immortals, Nor Do His Children Prattle About His Knees When He Has Come Back From Battle And The Dread Fray.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.