I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
One omen is best, to fight in defense of one's country.
We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.