Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore;
Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
