Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.
You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.