Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
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Prophet of evil! never hadst thou yet
A cheerful word for me. To mark the signs
Of coming mischief is thy great delight,
Good dost thou ne'er foretell nor bring to pass.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
