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.
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.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.
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!
