Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
