Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

'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.