The long historian of my country's woes.
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.