It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.
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.
Better to flee from death than feel its grip.
The man who acts the least, upbraids the most.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.