"if you wish to listen, let the men tie you in the lugger, hand and foot back to the mast, lashed to the most so you may hear those Harpies"
"plug your oarsmean's ears with beeswax kneaded soft, none of the rest should hear that song
"and no ships company can claim to have passed her without loss and grief, she takes from every ship, one man for every gullet
"thats the den of scylla, where she yaps abominably, a newborn whelps cry though she is hug and monstrous"
"she ate them as they shrieked there, in her den, in the dire grapple, reaching still for me, deeply pity ran through at sight far the worst i ever suffered questing the passes of the strange sea."
"then scylla made her strike, whisking six of my best men from the ship"
"great captain, a fair wind and the honey lights of home are all you seek. But anguished lies ahead the god who thunders on the land prepares it not to be shaken from your track, implacable, in rancor for the son whose eye you blinded
"when you make landfall on thrinkia first and quit the violet dark on the land you'll find the grazing herds of Helios..."
"one day you come back where your men lived with meat unsalted, never known the sea, nor seen seagoing ships, with crimson bows and oars that fledge light hulls for dripping flight"
"the spot will be soon be plain to you and i can tell you how; some passerby you will say, what winnowing fan is that upon your shoulder"
"make fair sacrifce to lord poseidon a ram, a bull, a great buck boar, turn back, and cary out pure hecatombs at home to all wide heaven's lords.."
"when you are wearied out with rich old age, your countryfolk in blessed peace around you.and all this shall be just as i foretell."