O can't you see, brother -- Death's a congested road for fighters now, >>
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their >>
I offer neither pay, nor quarters, nor food; I offer only hunger, thir >>
Once the state has been founded, there can no longer be any heroes. Th >>
What is a society without a heroic dimension? >>
You lived too long, we have supped full with heroes, they waste their deaths on us.