Here’s an awesome passage from Theogony (82-104), I wish the rest of it were as nice.
When the daughters of great Zeus will honor a lord
Whose lineage is divine, and look upon his birth,
They distill a sweet dew upon his tongue,
And from his mouth words flow like honey. The people
All look to him as he arbitrates settlements
With judgement straight. He speaks out in sure tones
And soon puts an end even to bitter disputes.
A sound-minded ruler, when someone is wronged,
Sets things to rights in the public assembly,
Conciliating both sides with ease.
He comes to meeting place propitiated as a god,
Treated with respect, preeminent in the crowd.
Such is the Muses’ sacred gift to men.
For though it is singers and lyre players
That come from the Muses and far-shooting Apollo
And kings come from Zeus, happy is the man
Whom the Muses love. Sweet flows the voice from his mouth.
For if anyone is grieved, if his heart is sore
With fresh sorrow, if he is troubled, and a singer
Who serves the Muses chants the deeds of past men
Or the blessed gods who have their homes on Olympos,
He soon forgets his heartache, and of all his cares
He remembers none: the goddesses’ gifts turn them aside.