Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy.
And taste The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know. - Homer, The Odyssesy (bk. XV, l. 434)
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And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
- Homer, The Odyssesy (bk. XV, l. 434)
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