Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.
He is a fool
Who only sees the mischiefs that are past.
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the read more
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the king.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
