Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.
