[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.
We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
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.
The strong must protect the sweet.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on