Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
And for our country 'tis a bliss to die.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.
