Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
The hearts of great men can be changed.
It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
Rather I’d choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.
There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.
Oh, look at me! I’m making people happy! I’m the Magical Man from Happy-Land, in a gumdrop house on Lollipop Lane! Oh, by the way, I was being sarcastic.
Never to be cast away are the gifts of the gods, magnificent, which they give of their own will, no man could have them for wanting them.
The chance of war Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.
A shamefaced man makes a bad beggar.
We battle on in words, as always, mere words, and what’s the cure? We cannot find a thing.
I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.
See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
Servants, when their lords no longer sway, Their minds no more to righteous courses bend.
The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.
Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings – their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.
What so tedious as a twice-told tale?