Homer

No cries of triumph now.
It’s unholy to glory over the bodies of the dead.

and I inherit nothing but dismay.

whatever form and feature I had, what praise I’d won,
the deathless gods destroyed that day the Achaeans
sailed away to Troy, my husband in their ships,
Odysseus

Destroy, I call it —I hate to say its name!

to Libya where the lambs have horns as soon as they are born, and the sheep lamb down three times a year. Every one in that country, whether master or man, has plenty of cheese, meat, and good milk, for the ewes yield all the year round. But while I was travelling and getting great riches among these people, my brother was secretly and shockingly murdered through the perfidy of his wicked wife, so that I have no pleasure in being lord of all this wealth.

Polybus lived in Egyptian Thebes, which is the richest city in the whole world;

Then, having done all this, think it well over in your mind how, by fair means or foul, you may kill these suitors in your own house.

The gods in council—Miverva’s visit to Ithaca—the challenge from Telemachus to the suitors.

If my master had grown old here he would have done great things by me, but he is gone, and I wish that Helen’s whole race were utterly destroyed, for she has been the death of many a good man.

Sons are seldom as good men as their fathers; they are generally worse, not better;