Dreams Are Sent By God.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

Whoever Obeys The Gods, To Him They Particularly Listen.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

Once Harm Has Been Done, Even A Fool Understands It.