Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
