Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

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

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.