Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
