Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
