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.
Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
If you serve too many masters, you'll soon suffer.
I say no wealth is worth my life.