Hector. My word is simple. Arm and face the foe. - Euripides

I was foolish and young, before that, viewing the matter closely, I saw what it is to beget children.

Dreams of the proud man, making great And greater ever, Things which are not of God. In wide And devious coverts, hunter-wise, He coucheth Time's unhasting stride, Following, following, him whose eyes Look not to Heaven. For all is vain, The pulse of the heart, the plot of the brain, That striveth beyond the laws that live. And is thy Faith so much to give, Is it so hard a thing to see, That the Spirit of God, whate'er it be, The Law that abides and changes not, ages long, The Eternal and Nature-born — these things be strong?

They did attack our herds: you could have seen a woman pull a calf to pieces as it bellowed alive in her bare hands!