It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.
It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.
I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.
Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'
I detest the man who hides on thing in the depths of his heart and speaks forth another.
The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be, My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.
Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.
All men have need of the gods.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
This is the way I've always thought it should be. We've always blamed ourselves, but I guess we know what cylinder wasn't firing!
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
You will certainly not be able to take the lead in all things yourself, for to one man a god has given deeds of war, and to another the dance, to another lyre and song, and in another wide-sounding Zeus puts a good mind.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
If you are very valiant, it is a god, I think, who gave you this gift.
By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made
If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
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