Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.
HomerThere is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
Homer...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
HomerWhich would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
Homer