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She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

Achilles absent was Achilles still!

Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

The lot of man-to suffer and die.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies And sure he will for Wisdom never lies.

Zeus does not bring all men's plans to fulfillment.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

It's disgraceful how these humans blame the gods. They say their tribulations come from us, when they themselves, through their own foolishness, bring hardships which are not decreed by Fate.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

A generous heart repairs a slanderous tongue.