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For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

-Aeschylus

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For This Our Task

Aeschylus

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For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

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Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

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High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

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No One Can Count The Terrors That The Earth Spawns, Catastrophic, Gruesome, And The Vast Arms Of The Sea Swarm With Brute Monsters Bent On Harm, And Everywhere Between The Sky And Ground Lights Bloom By Day In Flares And Sudden Bolts; And Birds And Beasts Alike Can Tell Of The Whirlwind's Whirling Wrath.

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As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

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The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

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