Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
And every eye
Gaz'd as before some brother of the sky.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Know from the bounteous heavens all riches flow;
And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.
Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood;
On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
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Hateful to me as are the gates of hell,
Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart,
Utters another.
