We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
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.
Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.