Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
'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.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
