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Wise shipmen know, though the fair wind tarry,

It will blow on the third day; therefore they wait

Patiently, letting not gain-lust carry

Their freight to destruction. The small and the great

Alike to the bourne of death pass down.

But I deem that Odysseus inherits renown

Far, far surpassing his sufferings,

Through the sweet-voiced lay that Homer sings.