Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
Upon the Sovereign read more

The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head
Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount,
Olympus trembled.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.

It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.