Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

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.

O friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong,
And let no warrior in the heat of fight
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O friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong,
And let no warrior in the heat of fight
Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes;
For more of those who shrink from shame are safe
Than fall in battle, while with those who flee
Is neither glory nor reprieve from death.

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.

Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.