Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
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?
