Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more
A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
Rare gift! but oh, what gift to fools avails!
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
