Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.