What do we need with wrangling, hurling insults?
Cursing each other here like a pair of nagging women
boiling over with petty, heartsick squabbles, blustering
into the streets to pelt themselves with slander
much of it true, much not. Anger stirs up lies.
I blaze for battle – your taunts can’t turn me back,
not until we’re fought it out with bronze. On with it –
taste the bite of each other’s brazen spears!
– Homer