It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.

Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.