Zeus most glorious and most great, Thundercloud, throned in the heavens! Let not the sun go down and the darkness come, until I cast down headlong the citadel of Priam in flames, and burn his gates with blazing fire, and tear to rags the shirt upon Hectors breast! May many of his men fall about him prone in the dust and bite the earth!

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

We men are wretched things.

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms