Maxioms by Homer ("smyrns Of Chios")
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
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.
Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
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Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends,
And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends;
White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud
Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud:
Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears;
And instant death on every wave appears.
