Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

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.

There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in read more

There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

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.

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.

It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.