Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns. ...
Much have I suffered, labored long and hard by now. ...
No finer, greater gift than that… ...
Great Odysseus melted into tears, ...
My fame has reached the skies. ...
Nobody—that's my name. ...
Crowds of vagabonds. ...
Amphinomus, you seem like a man of good sense to me.
