The enormous faith of many made for one.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
But blind to former as to future fate, what mortal knows his pre-existent state?
Men must be taught as if you taught them not, and things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Homer excels all the inventors of other arts in this: that he has swallowed up the honor of those who succeeded him.