True Riches - Hesiod

Far richer he who dines on simple herbs,

And knows the sweet delight of perfect health,

Man, a tree growing from Brahma - Yajnavalkya

As a tree of the forest, 

Just so, surely, is man. 

His hairs are leaves. 

His skin the outer bark. 

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring (The Iliad, book I) - Homer

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring

Of woes unnumber’d, heavenly goddess, sing!

That wrath which hurl’d to Pluto’s gloomy reign

The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain;

Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore,

Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore.

Since great Achilles and Atrides strove,

Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!

To Aphrodite - Hesiod

I will sing of stately Aphrodite, gold-crowned and beautiful, 

whose dominion is the walled cities of all sea-set Cyprus.  

The Gods in council sit (The Odyssey, Book I) - Homer

The Gods in council sit, to call
Ulysses from Calypso's thrall,
And order their high pleasures thus:

The Trunk of the Olive Tree (The Odyssey, Book XXIII) - Homer

An old trunk of olive
grew like a pillar on the building plot,