Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
