Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.
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Men grow tired of sleep love singing and dancing sooner than of war.
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—so as the great Achilles rampaged on, his sharp-hoofed stallions trampled shields and corpses, axle under his chariot splashed with blood, blood on t...
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Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or co...
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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 dea...
