Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.
Achilles absent, was Achilles still.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
