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!

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies And sure he will for Wisdom never lies.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.