‘Arete, daughter of godlike Rhexenor, after much hardship I have come to your knees as a suppliant, and to your husband and to these feasters, on whom may the gods bestow prosperity in their own lives, and grant to each to leave to his children his property in his house and the rights the people have given him. But for me, urge that conveyance be given quickly to my country, since long now far from my people I suffer hardships.’

But if you decide it is more profitable and better to go on, eating up one man's livelihood, without payment, then spoil my house. I will cry out to the gods everlasting in the hope that Zeus might somehow grant a reversal of fortunes. Then you may perish in this house, with no payment given.

Yes, it was not Zeus that made the proclamation; nor did Justice, which lives with those below, enact such laws as that, for mankind. I did not believe your proclamation had such power to enable one who will someday die to override God’s ordinances, unwritten and secure...

Help yourselves to the food and welcome, and then afterward, when you have tasted dinner, we shall ask you who among men you are, for the stock of your parents can be no lost one, but you are of the race of men who are kings, whom Zeus sustains, who remembers his wanderings who bear scepters; no mean men could have sons such as you are.

I have twenty geese here about the house, and they feed on grains of wheat from the water trough. I love to watch them. But a great eagle with crooked beak came down from the mountain, and broke the necks of them all and killed them. So the whole twenty lay dead about the house, but he soared high in the bright air. Then I began to weep—that was in my dream—and cried out aloud, and around me gathered the fair-haired Achaian women as I cried out sorrowing for my geese killed by the eagle.

I sing of warfare and a man at war. From the sea-coast of Troy in early days. He came to Italy by destiny, To our Lavinian western shore, A fugitive, this captain, buffeted Cruelly on land as on the sea By blows from powers of the air—behind them Baleful Juno in her sleepless rage.

Shall I turn tail? Will this land know the sight Of Turnus on the run? To die- is that So miserable? Heaven has grown cold; Shades of the underworld, be friendly to me. As a pure spirit guiltless of that shame I shall go down among you - never unfit To join my great forefathers.

The delay will not be long before the cries of mourning in your house, of men and women...

Ai! Give up and go, child of the goddess, o Save yourself, out of these flames. The enemy Holds the city walls, and from her height Troy falls in ruin. Fatherland and Priam Have their due; if by one hand our towers Could be defended, by this hand, my own, They would have been. Her holy things, her gods Of hearth and household o Troy commends to you. Accept them as companions of your days; Go find for them the great walls that one day You'll dedicate, when you have roamed the sea.

"Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe."

I would rather follow the plow as thrall to another man, one with no land allotted him and not much to live on, than be a king over all the perished dead.

But there is no mortal man alive, no strong man, who lightly could move the weight elsewhere. There is one particular feature in the bed's construction. I myself, no other man, made it. There was the bole of an olive tree with long leaves growing strongly in the courtyard, and it was thick, like a column. I laid down my chamber around this, and built it, until I finished it, with close- set stones, and roofed it well over, and added the compacted doors, fitting closely together.

Tell me, Muse, of the man of many ways, who was driven far journeys, after he had sacked Troy's sacred citadel. Many were they whose cities he saw, whose minds he learned of, many the pains he suffered in his spirit on the wide sea, struggling for his own life and the homecoming of his companions.

...So we must stand on the side of what is orderly; we cannot give victory to a woman. If we must accept defeat, let it be from a man; we must no let people say that a woman beat us...

Turn your two eyes This way and see this people, your own Romans. Here is Caesar [Julius Caesar], and the line of Iulus, All who shall one day pass under the dome Of the great sky: this is the man, this one, Of whom so often you have heard the promise, Caesar Augustus [Octavian], son of the deified [Julius Caesar], Who shall bring once again an Age of Gold To Latium, to the land where Saturn reigned In early times.

Three full centuries That kingdom will be ruled by Hector’s race, Until the queen and priestess, Ilia, Pregnant by Mars, will bear twin sons to him. Afterward, happy in tawn pelt His nurse, the she-wolf, wears, young Romulus Will take the leadership, build walls of Mars, And call by his own name his people Romans.

Although he had performed so many signs in their presence, they did not believe in him. This was to fulfill the word spoken by the prophet Isaiah: "Lord, who has believed our message, and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?" And so they could not believe, because Isaiah also said, "He has blinded their eyes and hardened their heart, so that they might not look with their eyes, and understand with their heart and turn— and I would heal them." Isaiah said this because he saw his glory and spoke about him.

Can our love Not hold you, can the pledge we gave not hold you, Can Dido not, now sure to die in pain? ... Yes, by the marriage that we entered on, If ever I did well and you were grateful Or found some sweetness in a gift from me, Have pity now on a declining house! Put this plan by, I beg you, if a prayer Is not yet out of place. Because of you, Libyans and nomad kings Destest me, my own Tyrians are hostile; Because of you, I lost my integrity And that admired name by which alone I made my way once toward the stars.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through him, and without him not one thing came into being. What has come into being in him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.

“Hear me, Poseidon who circle the earth, dark-haired. If truly I am your son, and you acknowledge yourself as my father, grant that Odysseus, sacker of cities, son of Laertes, who makes his home in Ithaka, may never reach that home; but if it is decided that he shall see his own people, and come home to his strong-founded house and to his own country, let him come late, in bad case, with the loss of all his companions, in someone else's ship, and find troubles in his household.”

"I am the resurrection and the life. Those who believe in me, even though they die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" She said to him, "Yes, Lord, I believe that you are the Messiah, the Son of God, the one coming into the world.

Learn fortitude and toil from me, my son, Ache of true toil. Good fortune learn from others. My sword arm now will be your shield in battle And introduce you to the boons of war. When, before long, you come to man's
estate, Be sure you recall this. Harking back For models in your family, let your father, Aeneas, and uncle, Hector, stir your heart.

You wretch, so devious, never weary of tricks, then you would not even in your own country give over your ways of deceiving and your thievish tales. They are near to you in your very nature.

...For a man, though he be wise, it is no shame to learn- learn many things, and not maintain his views too rigidly...You notice how by streams in wintertime the trees that yield preserve their branches safely, but those that fight the tempest perish utterly. The man who keeps the sheet of his sail tight and never slackens capsizes his boat and make the rest of his trip keep uppermost...