A glorious death is his, who for his country falls.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.
The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!
O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.