Homer,
The Odyssey of Homer — Book XXII
(1791)
“ The skin, flew to Telemachus, embraced His knees, and in wing’d accents thus exclaim’d. Prince! I am here—oh, pity me! repress Thine own, and pacify thy father’s wrath, That he destroy not me, through fierce revenge Of their iniquities who have consumed His wealth, and, in their folly scorn’d his son. To whom Ulysses, ever-wise, replied, Smiling complacent. Fear not; my own son Hath pleaded for thee. Therefore (taught thyself That truth) teach others the superior worth Of benefits with injuries compared. ”
