Watchful are the Gods of all Hands with slaughter stained. The black Furies wait, and when a man Has grown by luck, not justice, great, With sudden overturn of chance They wear him to a shade, and, cast Down to perdition, who shall save him?
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
Ares gives his verdict without witnesses.
The field of doom bears death as its harvest.
Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.
The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood.
Time waxing old can many a lesson teach.
In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.
I know how men in exile feed on dreams.
For in the voyage of the heart, there is a freight of hatred, and the wind of wrath blows shrill.
The air is Zeus, Zeus earth, and Zeus the heaven, Zeus all that is, and what transcends them all.
The laws of a state change with the changing times.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
If a man should wanton walk with crime ... he shall find in death no great deliverance.
God ever works with those who work with will.
The great and amorous sky curved over the earth, and lay upon her as a pure lover. The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven for both man and animal, for both thick and strong, germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards. And it is I who empowered these moist espousals, I the great Aphrodite.
But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.
On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.
Justice turns the scale, bringing to some learning through suffering.
[Hermes addresses Prometheus :] To you, the clever and crafty, bitter beyond all bitterness, who has sinned against the gods in bestowing honors upon creatures of a day--to you, thief of fire, I speak.
It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.
There is a time when fear is good and ought to remain seated as a guardian of the heart.
For a single path leads to the house of Hades.
Time in his aging overtakes all things alike.
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