When a match has equal partners then I fear not.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.

It is always the season for the old to learn.