Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
'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.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
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.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
