Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
