You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.