Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

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.

He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.

He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.

And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.

Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.