They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.