Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
He ceased: but left so charming on their ear
His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
It [revenge] is sweeter far than flowing honey.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
(Orion) A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.
