Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.
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.
Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
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, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!