Ὡς τἀποκλαῦσαι κἀποδύρασθαι τύχας ἐνταῦθ', ὅπου μέλλοι τις οἴσεσθαι δάκρυ πρὸς τῶν κλυόντων, ἀξίαν τριβὴν ἔχει. - Aeschylus

Πολλῷ γ' ἀμείνων τοὺς πέλας φρενοῦν ἔφυς
ἢ σαυτόν. ἔργῳ κοὐ λόγῳ τεκμαίρομαι.

It is tempting
For the winner, who might have lost his life,
To take all.
And to destroy whatever cannot be taken.
Let us pray they restrain themselves.

Now, dearest husband, come, step from your chariot. But do not set to earth, my lord, the conquering foot That trod down Troy. Servants, do as you have been bidden; Make haste, carpet his way with crimson tapestries, Spread silk before your master’s feet; Justice herself Shall lead him to a home he never hoped to see.