Over The Wine-dark Sea.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.