Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
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.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
'Tis true; 'tis certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself; the immortal mind remains.
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the read more
The rule
Of the many is not well. One must be chief
In war and one the king.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
