Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more

The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

He held his seat; a friend to human race.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.

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

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

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.