Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.

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.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.

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.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.