Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
