Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
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No living man can send me to the shades
Before my time; no man of woman born,
Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
