Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed
The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
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No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
