"Cyclops, try this wine—flesh of the grape, it is— just see what stock we carried in our hold. This was the drink I planned to offer you, hoping you would receive me, treat me well, and speed me home. But you rage on, unbearable, madman that you are."
"Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter."
"Sleeps the wise son of Atreus? It is wrong For him to sleep a whole night out, to whom The care of such a people doth belong, And has to do so many things to come. Now listen to me, I from Jove am sent, Who though he be far off, yet cares for you; He bids you arm the Greeks, and out of hand Bring down your forces to the Trojan field."
"And Argos, which lay there, pricked up his ear, And wagged his tail, but could not rise, for he Was very old, and knew his master near, Who, unseen, wiped a tear from his own eye." (Book 17, lines 282–285)
