Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing, and dancing sooner than war.
There she encountered Sleep, the brother of Death.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen but his country’s cause.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
I detest that man, who hides one thing in the depths of his heart, and speaks forth another.
Hunger is insolent, and will be fed.
Far and near friends knew this house; for he whose home it was had much acquaintance in the world.
She (Helen) threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.