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Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.

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Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.

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Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

There's Only Few People Who Have Strength To Honor Someone's Achievement Without Envy.

Unanimous Hatred Is The Greatest Medicine For A Human Community.

Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe That Self-willed Pride Will Ever Be Better Than Good Counsel.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.

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

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.

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.

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

The Laws Of A State Change With The Changing Times.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

The Reward Of Suffering Is Experience

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His 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.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

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

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

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

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

Chorus: Zeus, Who Guided Men To Think Who Laid It Down That Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering. Still There Drips In Sleep Against The Heart Grief Of Memory; Against Our Pleasure We Are Temperate.

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

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.

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.

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

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

If You Are Not Envied, You Are Not Enviable.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.

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

The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

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

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

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

My Friends, Whoever Has Had Experience Of Evils Knows How Whenever A Flood Of Ills Comes Upon Mortals, A Man Fears Everything; But Whenever A Divine Force Cheers On Our Voyage, Then We Believe That The Same Fate Will Always Blow Fair.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

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.

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

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

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.

Suffering Brings Experience.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

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

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.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

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.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.

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

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

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

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

The Man Who Boldly Transgresses, Amassing A Great Heap Unjustly--by Force, In Time, He Will Strike His Sail, When Trouble Seizes Him As The Yardarm Is Splintered. He Calls On Those Who Hear Nothing And He Struggles In The Midst Of The Whirling Waters. The God Laughs At The Hot-headed Man, Seeing Him, Who Boasted That This Would Never Happen, Exhausted By Distress Without Remedy And Unable To Surmount The Cresting Wave. He Wrecks The Happiness Of His Earlier Life On The Reef Of Justice, And He Perishes Unwept, Unseen.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.

Athena: You Wish To Be Called Righteous Rather Than Act Right. [...] I Say, Wrong Must Not Win By Technicalities.

The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And Zeus The Heaven, Zeus All That Is, And What Transcends Them All.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Happiness Is A Choice That Requires Effort At Times.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.

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Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

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Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

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

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

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

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

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

Only One Accomplishment Is Beyond Both The Power And The Mercy Of The Gods. They Cannot Make The Past As Though It Had Never Been.

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

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.

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

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

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Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

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For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

Success Is Man's God.

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Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.

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

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men To Account Below The Earth, And With A Mind That Records In Tablets He Surveys All Things.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

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.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

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

Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

World Suffering

It Is A Light Thing For Whoever Keeps His Foot Outside Trouble To Advise And Counsel Him That Suffers.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

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

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

Ah, Lives Of Men! When Prosperous They Glitter - Like A Fair Picture; When Misfortune Comes - A Wet Sponge At One Blow Has Blurred The Painting.

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.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

Justice Turns The Scale, Bringing To Some Learning Through Suffering.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

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

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

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.

Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

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

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

Procrastination

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

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

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.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

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

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

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.

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

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

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

God Always Strives Together With Those Who Strive.

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

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

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

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

It Is Best For The Wise Man Not To Seem Wise.

Report Uttered By The People Is Everywhere Of Great Power.

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

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

If A Man Suffers Ill, Let It Be Without Shame; For This Is The Only Profit When We Are Dead. You Will Never Say A Good Word About Deeds That Are Evil And Disgraceful.

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

No Bribes. Nothing That Passes Under The Roof Of A Temple Or Under The Roof Of The Mouth, Can Appease Heaven's Anger Or Deflect Its Aim.

In War, Truth Is The First Casualty.

Justice, Voiceless, Unseen, Seeth Thee When Thou Sleepest And When Thou Goest Forth And When Thou Liest Down. Continually Doth She Attend Thee, Now Aslant Thy Course, Now At A Later Time. These Lines Are From A Section Of Doubtful Or Spurious Fragments.

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

And One Who Is Just Of His Own Free Will Shall Not Lack For Happiness; And He Will Never Come To Utter Ruin.

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

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

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

The Wisest Of The Wise May Err.

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.

God Loves To Help Him Who Strives To Help Himself.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

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

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

Even The Old Should Learn.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.

Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And Is Wedded To Safety.

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

By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

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.

Truth Is Always The First Casualty Of War.

Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

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

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves As Bulwark 'gainst The Subtle Stealth Of Destiny And Doom.

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

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.

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