Homer ("Smyrns of Chios") ( 10 of 101 )
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.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
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.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
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.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
'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.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
