Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills
A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.
Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
All men have need of the gods.
Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.