Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow
For other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.

Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.