Odyssey 23.215–217

αἰεὶ γάρ μοι θυμὸς ἐνὶ στήθεσσι φίλοισιν

ἐρρίγει μή τίς με βροτῶν ἀπάφοιτο ἔπεσσιν

ἐλθών· πολλοὶ γὰρ κακὰ κέρδεα βουλεύουσιν.

The spirit within my breast was always trembling

that some mortal might come and deceive me with words,

for many people scheme after wicked gain.