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“…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.”

“Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.”

“Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.”

“Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.”

“down from his brow
she ran his curls
like thick hyacinth clusters
full of blooms”

“As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity.
The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber
Burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning.
So one generation of men will grow while another dies.”

“A small rock holds back a great wave.”

“I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men”

“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of that man skilled in all ways of contending,
the wanderer, harried for years on end”

“You wine sack, with a dog's eyes, with a deer's heart.”

“May you be turned every man of you into earth and water as you sit spiritless and inglorious in your places.”

“He lacks the sense to see a day behind, a day ahead.”

“Alike the idlers and the active die.”

“The day will come when sacred Troy must die,
Priam must die and all his people with him,
Priam who hurls the strong ash spear!”

“Think not to match yourself against gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.”

“But one can't go without his sleep forever.
The immortals give each thing its proper place
in our mortal lives throughout the good green earth.”

“Let us put our griefs to rest in our own hearts…
What good's to be won from tears that chill the spirit?
So the immortals spun our lives that we, we wretched men
live on to bear such torments—the gods live free of sorrows.”

“As when in harp and song adept, a bard
Unlab'ring strains the chord to a new lyre.”

“Prayers are Jove's daughters, of celestial race,
Lame are their feet, and wrinkled is their face;
With humble mien, and with dejected eyes,
Constant they follow where Injustice flies.”