Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
