Homer ("Smyrns of Chios")

Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!

Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!

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

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

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.