It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.

Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms