Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Gloomy as night he stands.
Gloomy as night he stands.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,
And to be swift is less than to be wise.
'Tis more by art, than force of numerous strokes.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light,
And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
