Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

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.

In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

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.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.