I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.
A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.