You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, youโd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combatโcoward!
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
The strong must protect the sweet.
Everything flows and nothing stays.
Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!