All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.
