The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.
His descent was like nightfall.
There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
Pffft, English. Who needs that? I'm never going to England.