It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.

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

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.