Over the wine-dark sea..

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come..

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid..

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger..

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in pe….

See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly..

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace..

Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the….

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war..

Forget the brother and resume the man..

The whims of youth break all the rules..

No TV and no beer makes Homer something something..

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite..

Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong..

See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke..

The son of Saturn gave The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head Were shaken, and with them the mighty ….

A small rock holds back a great wave..

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives..

The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe..

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fal….