Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
'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.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Few sons attain the praise
Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
