Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
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.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
