Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?