What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
When we sleep the soul is lit up... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.
I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.
Nor does night conceal men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost, think that some God beholds it.
For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
Old age hath stronger sense of right than youth.
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.
Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
But let the good prevail.
When a tongue fails to send forth appropriate shafts, there might be a word to act as healer of these.
God's mouth knows not how to speak falsehood, but he brings to pass every word.
It is through suffering that learning comes.
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the amorous heaven, impregnates the earth, and it bringeth forth for mankind the food of flocks and herds and Demeter's gifts; and from that moist marriage-rite the woods put on their bloom.
Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?
But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.
For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.
And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.
Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.
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