It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.