Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

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.

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.

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.