Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.

It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.

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!