It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.