They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness

Power Gives No Purchase To The Hand, It Will Not Hold, Soon Perishes, And Greatness Goes.

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

The Nobly Born Must Nobly Meet His Fate.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.