Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
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.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
The first in glory, as the first in place.
