Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.

I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.

'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.

O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.

These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!

These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!