Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
