Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

Too many kings can ruin an army

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.