Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Fear, O Achilles, The Wrath Of Heaven; Think On Your Own Father And Have Compassion Upon Me, Who Am The More Pitiable

The Rule Of The Many Is Not Well. One Must Be Chief In War And One The King.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.