Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in read more
There with commutual zeal we both had strove
In acts of dear benevolence and love;
Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
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.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
