Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
I hate
To tell again a tale once fully told.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
