Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.
The hearts of the great can be changed.
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
The lot of man-to suffer and die.
I'll teach you to laugh at something that's funny!
See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.
Anger, which, far sweeter than trickling drops of honey, rises in the bosom of a man like smoke.
And empty words are evil.
Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face: beauty unchaste is beauty in disgrace.
It behooves a father to be blameless if he expects his child to be.
'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies And sure he will for Wisdom never lies.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
I would rather be a serf in a poor man's house and be above ground than reign among the dead.
Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.
You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.
Like strength is felt from hope, and from despair.
We men are wretched things.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
I would rather be tied to the soil as a serf... than be king of all these dead and destroyed.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
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