…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.