By Mutual Confidence And Mutual

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

Do Not Beg Me By Knees Or By Parents You Dog! I Only Wish I Were Savagely Wrathful Enough To Hack Up Your Corpse And Eat It Raw

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

The Journey Is Its Own Reward.