Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.
But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares; for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.
All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.
I say no wealth is worth my life.
There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
It is not good to have a rule of many.
Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!
Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.
It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.
Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.
Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe The fate of many.
Beware the toils of war ... the mesh of the huge dragnet sweeping up the world.
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