Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every read more

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every land,
And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers
Do afterwards redress.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

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.