Out of respect, a man must veil his words when talking with a woman, but with a man he can frankly say whatever's on his mind.
For this our task hath Fate spun without fail to last for ever sure, that we on man weighed down with deeds of hate should follow till the earth his life immure. Nor when he dies can he boast of being truly free.
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.
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.
The reward of suffering is experience
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.
My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.
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.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
Respect the altar of Justice and do not, looking to profit, dishonor it by spurning with godless foot; for punishment will come upon you.
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.
I have been schooled by my own suffering: I've learned the many ways of being purged.
Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. These lines are from a section of doubtful or spurious fragments.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.
For hostile word let hostile word be paid.
Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.
Courage! Suffering, when it climbs highest, lasts not long.
Time cleanses what it touches over time.
For the marriage bed ordained by fate for men and women is stronger than an oath and guarded by Justice.
No man looks with love on deeds that to the high Gods hateful prove.
For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.
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