He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.

But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.