Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more

One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.

Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.

And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.