Never has any sailor passed our shores in his. [contrarian]
Never has any sailor passed our shores in his black craft until he has heard the honeyed voices pouring from our lips, and once he hears to his heart's content sails on, a wiser man. … We know all the pains that the Greeks and Trojans once endured on the spreading plain of Troy when the gods willed it so — all that comes to pass on the fertile earth, we know it all!'
Unknown, Homer, Robert Fagles_ Knox,…, loc. 2513