So likewise did Demeter of the lovely hair yield to Iasion, mingling in love with him in a thrice-plowed field. (Homer, *Odyssey*, Book V, Lines 125–128, in the Loeb Classical Library edition, translated by A.T. Murray, revised by George E. Dimock.}
As when the west wind tosses the chaff about the sacred threshing floors when men are winnowing… (Homer, Iliad, Book V, Lines 499–502, Loeb Classical Library, translated by A.T. Murray, revised by William F. Wyatt.**
But all these things grow there for them unsown and untilled—both wheat and barley… (Homer, Odyssey, Book IX, Lines 109–111, Loeb Classical Library.)
There is a land called Crete in the midst of the wine-dark sea, a fair and rich land, begirt with water…” (Homer, Odyssey, Book XIX, Lines 172–178, Loeb Classical Library.)
