VI. 146–149 (tr. R. Lattimore); Glaucus to Diomed.
Alexander Pope's translation:
: Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground:
Another race the following spring supplies,
They fall successive, and successive rise:
So generations in their course decay;
So flourish these, when those are past away.
Iliad (c. 750 BC)
Source: The Iliad
“Teas,
Where small talk dies in agonies.”
Peter Bell the Third (1819), Pt. III, st. 12
Source: The Way of All Flesh (1903), Ch. 11
“To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.”
Simplicity http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/21390/Simplicity
From the poems written in English
“Leaves, some the wind scatters on the ground—So is the race of man.”
Leaves, also, are thy children; and leaves, too, are they who cry out so if they are worthy of credit, or bestow their praise, or on the contrary curse, or secretly blame and sneer; and leaves, in like manner, are those who shall receive and transmit a man's fame to after-times. For all such things as these "are produced in the season of spring," as the poet says; then the wind casts them down; then the forest produces other leaves in their places. But a brief existence is common to all things, and yet thou avoidest and pursuest all things as if they would be eternal.
X, 34
Meditations (c. 121–180 AD), Book X
Every Person
Lyrics, Shadows Collide with People (2004)
