Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!
I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
There is a strength in the even of very sorry men
...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.
One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.
For when two Join in the same adventure, one perceives Before the other how they ought to act; While one alone, however prompt, resolves More tardily and with a weaker will.
We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you?
For they imagined as they wished--that it was a wild shot,/ an unintended killing--fools, not to comprehend/ they were already in the grip of death./ But glaring under his brows Odysseus answered: 'You yellow dogs, you thought I'd never make it/ home from the land of Troy. You took my house to plunder,/ twisted my maids to serve your beds. You dared/ bid for my wife while I was still alive./ Contempt was all you had for the gods who rule wide heaven,/ contempt for what men say of you hereafter./ Your last hour has come. You die in blood.
The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.
I've finally tapped into that spirit of self-destruction that makes rock-n-roll the king of music!
The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.
This year I invested in pumpkins. They've been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they're going to peak right around January. Then bang! That's when I'll cash in.
Ajax the great Himself a host.
I live an idle burden to the ground.
Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
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