Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
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.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
