Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
