Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before read more
One who journeying
Along a way he knows not, having crossed
A place of drear extent, before him sees
A river rushing swiftly toward the deep,
And all its tossing current white with foam,
And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
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.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
