AESCHYLUS QUOTES VII

Greek dramatist (525 B.C.-456 B.C.)

Thus upon mine restful couch I lie,
Bathed with the dews of night, unvisited
By dreams--ah me!--for in the place of sleep
Stands Fear as my familiar, and repels
The soft repose that would mine eyelids seal.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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Rumors have wings.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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But who can describe the overweening pride of men? Or women mad with passion, reckless in their hearts, soulmates to every kind of ruin that befalls us? Wild passion, unrestrained, boundless, that overcomes the women, perverts the yoke of wedlock for beasts and men alike.

AESCHYLUS, Libation Bearers

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Watchful are the Gods of all
Hands with slaughter stained. The black
Furies wait, and when a man
Has grown by luck, not justice, great,
With sudden overturn of chance
They wear him to a shade, and, cast
Down to perdition, who shall save him?

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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The so-called mother of the child isn't the child's begetter, but only a sort of nursing soil for the new-sown seed. The man, the one on top, is the true parent, while she, a stranger, foster's a stranger's sprout.

AESCHYLUS, Eumenides

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O bountiful Night, housekeeper of heaven's embroidery.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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You'll see all other mortal sinners, the ones who flout the honor owed to gods or guests, or loving parents--you'll see them get the justice they deserve. For Hades holds men mightily to a strict accounting down below the earth; he sees all things, inscribes them within the book of his remembering.

AESCHYLUS, Eumenides

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No one can count the terrors that the earth spawns, catastrophic, gruesome, and the vast arms of the sea swarm with brute monsters bent on harm, and everywhere between the sky and ground lights bloom by day in flares and sudden bolts; and birds and beasts alike can tell of the whirlwind's whirling wrath.

AESCHYLUS, Libation Bearers

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Too credulous a woman's longing flies
And spreading swiftly, swiftly dies.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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The base of justice is firmly set,
and fate, the swordsmith, hammers out
her sword beforehand.

AESCHYLUS, Libation Bearers

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Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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When deep slumber falls, remembered sins
Chafe the sore heart with fresh pain, and no
Welcome wisdom meets within.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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A people's wrath voiced abroad bringeth grave
Danger, no less than public curse pronounced.

AESCHYLUS, Agamemnon

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Look to it and consider, and deem not
That ever stubbornness excels discretion.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

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But thou, like newly-yoked colt,
Champing the bit, dost fight against the rein
Fiercely; yet futile the device wherein
Madly thou trustest; for mere stubbornness
Avails the foolish-hearted less than nought.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

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Give heed, give heed and give your sympathy
To one who suffers; sorrow roaming wide
Impartial stops and stays awhile with me,
To tarry later seated close by thee.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

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To weep and lament over misfortunes, when it draws the sympathizing tear, brings no light recompense.

AESCHYLUS, attributed, Day's Collacon

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And all the country echoeth with the moan,
And poureth many a tear
For that magnific power
Of ancient days far-seen that thou didst share
With those of one blood sprung;
And all the mortal men who hold the plain
Of holy Asia as their land of sojourn,
They grieve in sympathy
For thy woes lamentable.

AESCHYLUS, Prometheus Bound

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On the life-giving lap of Earth
Blood hath flowed forth;
And now, the seed of vengeance, clots the plain--
Unmelting, uneffaced the stain.

AESCHYLUS, The Libation Bearers

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For wide, ah! wide is the woe when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame, and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath, as in frenzy of conquest he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips the glory of holiest things!

AESCHYLUS, The Seven Against Thebes

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