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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.Aeschylus
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In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of painAeschylus
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For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War’s money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame– Death’s dusty measure of a hero’s frame!Aeschylus
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And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.Aeschylus
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Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.Aeschylus
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There is no avoidance in delay.Aeschylus
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A curse burns bright on crime.Aeschylus
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Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?Aeschylus
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Every medicine is vain.Aeschylus