Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.

Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.

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.

The long historian of my country's woes.

The long historian of my country's woes.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.