Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd,
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
