Oh, goddess Athena. Bright-eyed daughter of Zeus. Third-born of the gods whose spear hurls thunder, tireless hope of soldiers: lift me on my broken shield and bear my body home, far from these hollow ships, the wine-colored, loud-roaring sea and these high-hearted men who have called down stony-death upon me...
Ten Homeric epithets in one poem. Thanks, Homer, for writing this for me. :)