Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
Jove, thou regent of the skies.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in
the bosom of a man like smoke.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
Our fruitless labours mourn,
And only rich in barren fame return.
