Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.
Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
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.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
