Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
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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.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
