There is no greater glory that can befall a man that what he achieves with the speed of his feet or the strength of his hands.
Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.