A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Whoever among men who walk the Earth has seen these Mysteries is blessed, but whoever in uninitiated and has not received his share of the rite, he will not have the same lot as the others, once he is dead and dwells in the mould where the sun goes down.
Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.
Boy, everyone is stupid except me.
The stars never lie, but the astrologers lie about the stars.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.