I war not with the dead.
By turns the nine delight to sing
Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.
But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.