If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance.
Long tarries destiny, But comes to those who pray.
The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
For a single path leads to the house of Hades.
The great and amorous sky curved over the earth, and lay upon her as a pure lover. The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven for both man and animal, for both thick and strong, germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards. And it is I who empowered these moist espousals, I the great Aphrodite.
On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.
The burning gaze of a young woman, such as hath tasted man, shall not escape me; for I have a spirit keen to mark these things.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
You'll see all other mortal sinners, the ones who flout the honor owed to gods or guests, or loving parents--you'll see them get the justice they deserve. For Hades holds men mightily to a strict accounting down below the earth; he sees all things, inscribes them within the book of his remembering.
His resolve is not to seem the bravest, but to be.
Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.
Success is man's god.
I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
Know yourself and fit yourself to new fashions. For there is a new ruler among the gods.
Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat in the daylight.
Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
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