Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
And would'st thou evil for his good repay?
From his tongue flowed speech sweeter than honey.
A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
She sent him a warm and gentle wind, and Lord Odysseus was happy as he set his sails to catch the breeze. He sat beside the steering oar and used his skill to steer the raft.
He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.