Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
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A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the read more
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the king.
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.
