Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
Accept these grateful tears! for thee thy flow,
For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to read more
For when two
Join in the same adventure, one perceives
Before the other how they ought to act;
While one alone, however prompt, resolves
More tardily and with a weaker will.
