Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.

For too much rest becomes a pain.

The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.

It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.