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.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

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.

And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every read more

But strong of limb
And swift of foot misfortune is, and, far
Outstripping all, comes to every land,
And there wreaks evil on mankind, which prayers
Do afterwards redress.