Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
'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.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
