Pindar, Isthmian Odes
7.26-30 (tr. G.S. Conway):
But for the brave is laid in store
The recompense of honour. Let him know well
Whoever in this dark
Storm-cloud fends off from his beloved land
The blood-stained hail of war,
And brings destruction to the enemy's host,
Such a man shall exalt his city's race
To the utmost of glory,
Both while he lives and when he is no more.
τιμὰ δ᾽ ἀγαθοῖσιν ἀντίκειται.
ἴστω γὰρ σαφὲς ὅστις ἐν ταύτᾳ νεφέλᾳ χάλα-
ζαν αἵματος πρὸ φίλας πάτρας ἀμύνεται,
λοιγὸν ἄντα φέρων ἐναντίῳ στρατῷ,
ἀστῶν γενεᾷ μέγιστον κλέος αὔξων
ζώων τ᾽ ἀπὸ καὶ θανών.