Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.