Homer,
Odyssey — Book VIII
(1725)
“ How we their offspring dignify our race. "Let other realms the deathful gauntlet wield, Or boast the glories of the athletic field: We in the course unrivall'd speed display, Or through cerulean billows plough the way; To dress, to dance, to sing, our sole delight, The feast or bath by day, and love by night: Rise, then, ye skill'd in measures; let him bear Your fame to men that breathe a distant air; And faithful say, to you the powers belong To race, to sail, to dance, to chant the song. "But, herald, to the palace swift repair, And the soft lyre to grace our pastimes bear." ”
