From the Greek by Andrew Lang
From “The Clouds”
SOCRATES SPEAKS.
HITHER, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves here;
  Come, though ye dwell on the sacred crests of Olympian snow,
Or whether ye dance with the Nereid Choir in the gardens clear...

Poet: Aristophanes

John Brown’s body lies a-moldering in the grave,
John Brown’s body lies slumbering in his grave—
But John Brown’s soul is marching with the brave,
          His soul is marching on.

          Glory, glory, hallelujah!
          Glory, glory, hallelujah!...

From the Greek by William Collins

THEY ’RE always abusing the women,
  As a terrible plague to men:
They say we ’re the root of all evil,
  And repeat it again and again;
Of war, and quarrels, and bloodshed,
  All mischief, be what it may!
...

Poet: Aristophanes