If success crowns a man’s venture, sweeter then than honey the them he pours into the Moisai&r

If success crowns a man’s venture, sweeter then than honey the them he pours into the Moisai’s stream. But lacking the songs to praise them, the mightiest feats of valour can but find a sorry grave a deep darkness. But for fine deeds a mirror to establish, one way alone we know if Mnemosyna’s  shining diadem will grant recompense for their labours, in the glory of music on the tongues of men.