I pray the gods will give me some relief and end this weary job. One long full year I've been lying here, on this rooftop, the palace of the sons of Atreus, resting on my arms, just like a dog. I've come to know the night sky, every star, the powers we see glittering in the sky, bringing winter and summer to us all, as the constellations rise and sink.
If you pour oil and vinegar into the same vessel, you would call them not friends but opponents.
Number, the most excellent of all inventions.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?
It's a man's jobno place for women's plans here!what lies outside. Stay home and cause no trouble.
I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.
There is no avoidance in delay.
I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.
Truly upon mortals cometh swift of foot their evil and his offence upon him that trespasseth against Right.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.
Excessive fear is always powerless.
Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.
By polluting clear water with slime you will never find good drinking water.
Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.
What exists outside is a man's concern; let no woman give advice; and do no mischief within doors.
For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.
The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.
In few men is it part of nature to respect a friend's prosperity without begrudging him.
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