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.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
