Homer

The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.

There is satiety in all things in sleep and love-making in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell Is he who hiding one thing in his heart Utters another.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

It is the bold man who every time does best at home or abroad.

Far from gay cities and the way of men.

It is a wise child that knows his own father.

'Tis man's to fight but Heaven's to give success.

Achilles absent was Achilles still.

What I say will be a bit of boasting. The mad wine tells me to do it. Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.

The business of wretches is wretched even in guarantee giving.

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off__ll tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms_ That__ how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well__or your own son__ death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels____e lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men_

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one__o mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim__he greater man.