The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
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.
One rogue leads another.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.