Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
