Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
And for yourself, may the gods grant you your heart's desire, a husband and a home, and the blessing of a harmonious life. For nothing is greater or finer than this, when a man and woman live together with one hear and mind, bringing joy to their friends and grief to their foes.
And woe succeeds woe.
The outcome of the war is in our hands; the outcome of words is in the council.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.