I think back to Alice Through The Looking-Glass.
"The name of the song is called ‘Haddocks’ Eyes.’”
“Oh, that’s the name of the song, is it?” Alice said, trying to feel interested.
“No, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. “That’s what the name is called. The name really is ‘The Aged Aged Man.’”
“Then I ought to have said ‘That’s what the song is called’?” Alice corrected herself.
“No, you oughtn’t: that’s quite another thing! The song is called ‘Ways and Means’: but that’s only what it’s called, you know!”
“Well, what is the song, then?” said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.
“I was coming to that,” the Knight said. “The song really is ‘A-sitting On A Gate’"
I also think back to my old professor of Classical Greek History who was very fond on minor shrines to the gods. He found one on a mountain switchback that was dedicated to Zeus, He of the Skies, He Who Drives Away Flies. Those latter two appelattives could be construed as titles, but just as easily they could be seen as separate names.