Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
'Tis fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
He held his seat; a friend to human race.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
