The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.

out of sight,out of mind

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing.