Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.
I say you must not win an unjust case by oaths.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
It's a man's jobno place for women's plans here!what lies outside. Stay home and cause no trouble.
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.
Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.
For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.
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