Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd,
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.
Having well polished the whole bow, he added a golden tip.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
Soft as some song divine, thy story flows.
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.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
