What so tedious as a twice-told tale?
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.
It is not right to exult over slain men.
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Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
When I was seventeen I drank some very good beer I drank some very good beer I purchased With a fake ID My name was Brian McGee I stayed up listening to Queen When I was seventeen
God help me, I'm just not that bright.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.
No season now for calm, familiar talk.
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.
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.
Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.
Forget the brother and resume the man.
Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.
Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.
Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.
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