Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
