"Bold is the task, when subjects, grown too wise, Instruct a monarch where his error lies."

"The distant Trojans never injur'd me."

"Thou dog in forehead, but in heart a deer!"

"Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd."

"Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,— The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god."

"And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies."

"Ye gods, what dastards would our host command? Swept to the war, the lumber of a land."

"Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand, The moving squadrons blacken all the strand."

"She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen."

"The wrath of Peleus' son, the direful spring Of all the Grecian woes, O goddess sing!"