Quote#Death
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead
Quote byThomas Heywood · 1574–1641
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells (1635). Compare: "Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did 'go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him", Robert Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6..
English (original)
Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.
— Thomas Heywood
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