Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to read more
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to act;
While one alone, however prompt, resolves
More tardily and with a weaker will.
