Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.