Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

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.

A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

Behold, on wrong
Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.