Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.
To speak his thoughts is every freeman's right, in peace and war, in council and in fight.
Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
I war not with the dead.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
The chance of war Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.
The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war and one the king.
Take thou thy arms and come with me, For we must quit ourselves like men, and strive To air our cause, although we be but two. Great is the strength of feeble arms combined, And we can combat even with the brave.
You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!
Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.
Beware the toils of war ... the mesh of the huge dragnet sweeping up the world.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
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