There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Oh, everything looks bad if you remember it.
True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.
Better to flee from death than feel its grip.