Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
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No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
