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

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.

It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

All men have need of the gods.