Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro,
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Respect us, human, and relieve us, poor.
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
Mirror of constant faith, revered and mourn'd!
O friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong,
And let no warrior in the heat of fight
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O friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong,
And let no warrior in the heat of fight
Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes;
For more of those who shrink from shame are safe
Than fall in battle, while with those who flee
Is neither glory nor reprieve from death.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
It never was our guise
To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
