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.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she read more
The fiction pleased; our generous train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
The work she plyed, but, studious of delay,
Each following night reversed the toils of day.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
