Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.

Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.

Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.

Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.