What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!