There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.
Do I know what rhetorical means?
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.