{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos34.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos34.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos34.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nMy ways are quiet, none may find\n My temper of malignant kind;\n For one should check the words that start\n When anger spreads within the heart.\nWho from my hands what I can spare\n Of gifts accept the largest share,\n Those are the very ones who boast\n No gratitude and wrong me most.\nHe who in face and form is fair\n Must needs be good, the Gods declare;\n But he whose thought and act are right\n Will soon be equal fair to sight.\nBeauty of youth is but the flower\n Of spring, whose pleasure lasts an hour;\n While worth that knows no mortal doom\n Is like the amaranthine bloom.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Partheneia: Didaktika: Gnomics","type":"page"}