Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

True friendship's laws are by this rule express'd,
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.