Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
