Whoever is just willingly and without compulsion will not lack happiness; he will never be utterly destroyed.
But you cannot speak of any glory for happenings that are at once evil and held in dishonor.
What suckling craved the creature, born full-fanged?
I shall select judges of manslaughter, and swear them in, establish a court into all time to come. 485 Litigants, call your witnesses, have ready your proofs as evidence under bond to keep this case secure. I will pick the finest of my citizens, and come back. They shall swear to make no judgment that is not just, and make clear where in this action the truth lies.
There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart’s controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
ATHENA: You wish to be called righteous rather than act right.
Time refines all things that age with time.
Cry Sorrow, sorrow – yet let good prevail.
Here he lies like something melting away. His mother’s blood comes quaking howling brassing bawling blacking down his mad little veins.
May good prevail, and justify my deed.
Man shall learn from man’s lot.
Todo es arduo, menos ser rey de dioses. Que, excepto Zeus, nadie en el mundo es libre.
Time shell be the limit of my suffering.
He has opened the way of wisdom to mortals, by proclaiming as a sovereign law: By suffering comes understanding.
We’re not gods; why then expect to enjoy a lifetime of unbroken happiness?
What mortal else who hears shall claim he was born immune to the demon of harm?
If libations were proper to pour above the slain, this man deserved, more than deserved, such sacrament. He filled our cup with evil things unspeakable and now himself come home has drunk it to the dregs.
Write what I tell you in your book of memory.
Why love the god all gods detest?
And when he had put on the yoke-strap of compulsion, his spirit’s wind veering to an impious blast, impure, unholy, from that moment his mind changed to a temper of utter ruthlessness. For mortals are made reckless by the evil counsels of merciless Infatuation, beginner of disaster.
I put men first in pity, then found there was none left for me.