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.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
A mass enormous! which, in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
This, this is misery! the last, the worst,
That man can feel.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
