Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
