Odyssey 20.18–21

τέτλαθι δή, κραδίη· καὶ κύντερον ἄλλο ποτʼ ἔτλης.

ἤματι τῷ ὅτε μοι μένος ἄσχετος ἤσθιε Κύκλωψ

ἰφθίμους ἑτάρους· σὺ δʼ ἐτόλμας, ὄφρα σε μῆτις

ἐξάγαγʼ ἐξ ἄντροιο ὀϊόμενον θανέεσθαι.

‘Endure, my heart. You once endured a fouler thing—

that day the Cyclops, whose fury knew no bounds, devoured

my strong companions. Still you endured until strategy

led you from the cave when you expected death.’