Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
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.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
