Plenty of insults we could fling at each other,
enough to sink a ship with a hundred benches!
A man's tongue is a glib and twisty thing...
plenty of words there are, all kinds at its command -
with all the room in the world for talk of rage and stray.
And the sort you use is just the sort you'll hear.
ἔστι γὰρ ἀμφοτέροισιν ὀνείδεα μυθήσασθαι
πολλὰ μάλ᾽, οὐδ᾽ ἂν νηῦς ἑκατόζυγος ἄχθος ἄροιτο.
στρεπτὴ δὲ γλῶσσ᾽ ἐστὶ βροτῶν, πολέες δ᾽ ἔνι μῦθοι
παντοῖοι, ἐπέων δὲ πολὺς νομὸς ἔνθα καὶ ἔνθα.
ὁπποῖόν κ᾽ εἴπῃσθα ἔπος, τοῖόν κ᾽ ἐπακούσαις.
Homero, Ilíada, 20. 246-250, trad. de Robert Fagles.
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