Zeus detests above all the boasts of a proud tongue.
No yield to the dead! Never stab the fighter when he's down. Where's the glory, killing the dead twice over?
Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.
It's impossible to speak what it is not noble to do.
The gods love those of ordered soul.
Enemies gifts are no gifts and do no good.