It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.

Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.

Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.