By Turns The Nine Delight

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.