Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
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.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
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But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast,
For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof
From sharp contentions.
