It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
A guest never forgets the host who has treated him kindly.
And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.