"Dog’s face, with heart but of a hart."

"The cunning Pylian orator, whose tongue pour’d forth a flood Of more-than-honey-sweet discourse."

"He said; and his black eyebrows bent; above his deathless head Th’ ambrosian curls flow’d; great heav’n shook."

"The lady of the light, the rosy-finger’d Morn, Rose from the hills."

"Heav’n’s great both-foot-halting God."

"A most disorder’d store Of words he foolishly pour’d out, of which his mind held more Than it could manage; any thing…"

"Ye talk Like children all, that know not war."

"O father, all the sons Of Greece thou conquer’st in the strife of consultations."

"And as a fire upon A huge wood, on the heights of hills, that far off hurls his light; So the divine brass shin’d on …"

"Achilles’ baneful wrath resound, O Goddess, that impos’d Infinite sorrows on the Greeks, and many brave souls loos’d …"