Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to read more
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to act;
While one alone, however prompt, resolves
More tardily and with a weaker will.
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.
The long historian of my country's woes.
The long historian of my country's woes.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
