Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.