Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
And asks no omen but his country's cause.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
