The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

Do I know what rhetorical means?

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.