Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Far from gay cities, and the ways of men.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
Praise me not too much,
Nor blame me, for thou speakest to the Greeks
Who know me.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
And Heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
E'en to the ashes of the just is kind.
