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!
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
