Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
Ajax the great . . .
Himself a host.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
