Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

Young men's minds are always changeable, but when an old man is concerned in a matter, he looks both before and after.

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.