Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms
The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.
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.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.