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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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No One Can Count

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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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There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

The People's Awe And Innate Fear Will Hold Injustice Back By Day, By Night, So Long As The People Leave The Laws Intact, Just As They Are: Muddy The Cleanest Spring, And All You'll Have To Drink Is Muddy Water.

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.

A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave Danger, No Less Than Public Curse Pronounced.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.

Report Uttered By The People Is Everywhere Of Great Power.

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

Athena: There Are Two Sides To This Dispute. I've Heard Only One Half The Argument. (...) So You Two Parties, Summon Your Witnesses, Set Out Your Proofs, With Sworn Evidence To Back Your Stories. Once I've Picked The Finest Men In Athens, I'll Return. They'll Rule Fairly In This Case, Bound By A Sworn Oath To Act With Justice.

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Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

You'll See All Other Mortal Sinners, The Ones Who Flout The Honor Owed To Gods Or Guests, Or Loving Parents--you'll See Them Get The Justice They Deserve. For Hades Holds Men Mightily To A Strict Accounting Down Below The Earth; He Sees All Things, Inscribes Them Within The Book Of His Remembering.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.

Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

To Be Free From Evil Thoughts Is God's Best Gift.

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

Zeus, First Cause, Prime Mover; For What Thing Without Zeus Is Done Among Mortals?

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.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

But I Must Bear My Destiny As Best I Can, Knowing Well That There Is No Resisting The Strength Of Necessity.

Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.

Suffering Brings Experience.

For The Marriage Bed Ordained By Fate For Men And Women Is Stronger Than An Oath And Guarded By Justice.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.

Few Men Have The Natural Strength To Honor A Friend's Success Without Envy.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

We Must Pronounce Him Fortunate Who Has Ended His Life In Fair Prosperity.

From A Just Fraud God Turneth Not Away.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

When The Black And Mortal Blood Of Man Has Fallen To The Ground ... Who Then Can Sing Spells To Call It Back Again?

[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.

Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One Can Fight And Win.

There Is No Disgrace In An Enemy Suffering Ill At An Enemy's Hand, When You Hate Mutually.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Wiles And Deceit Are Female Qualities.

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

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.

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

God Loves To Help Him Who Strives To Help Himself.

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Keeping Promises

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

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The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must Suffer Too.

Obstinacy Standing Alone Is The Weakest Of All Things In One Whose Mind Is Not Possessed By Wisdom.

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.

Unanimous Hatred Is The Greatest Medicine For A Human Community.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

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Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

"reverence For Parents" Stands Written Among The Three Laws Of Most Revered Righteousness.

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Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

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God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause Of Sin Whensoever He Wills Utterly To Destroy A House.

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Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

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Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

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

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Even The Old Should Learn.

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For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay With A Deadly Blow: It Is For Him Who Has Done A Deed To Suffer.

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Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

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The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.

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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.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

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He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

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The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

Many Men Who Transgress Justice, Honor Appearance Over Reality.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

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Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

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Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

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And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.

The Force Of Necessity Is Irresistible.

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?

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

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It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

If You Are Not Envied, You Are Not Enviable.

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The Unenvied Man Is Not Enviable.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.

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Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

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Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

It Is Through Suffering That Learning Comes.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.

But Let The Good Prevail.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.

The One Knowing What Is Profitable, And Not The Man Knowing Many Things, Is Wise.

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

God Is Not Averse To Deceit In A Holy Cause.

Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

It's A Man's Jobno Place For Women's Plans Here!what Lies Outside. Stay Home And Cause No Trouble.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

To Learn Is To Be Young, However Old.

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God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

God's Most Lordly Gift To Man Is Decency Of Mind.

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.

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