Come, weave us a scheme so I can pay them back! Stand beside me, Athena, fire me with daring, fierce as the day we ripped Troy's glittering crown of towers down. Stand by me - furious now as then, my bright-eyed one - and I would fight three hundred men, great goddess, with you to brace me, comrade-in-arms in battle!

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.

Wine gives strength to weary men.

For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

Achilles absent was Achilles still!

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.