If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.

The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

The long historian of my country's woes.

It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

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.

For they imagined as they wished--that it was a wild shot,/ an unintended killing--fools, not to comprehend/ they were already in the grip of death./ But glaring under his brows Odysseus answered: 'You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it/ home from the land of Troy. You took my house to plunder,/ twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared/ bid for my wife while I was still alive./ Contempt was all you had for the gods who rule wide heaven,/ contempt for what men say of you hereafter./ Your last hour has come. You die in blood.