AESCHYLUS QUOTES IV
Greek dramatist (525 B.C.-456 B.C.)
The popular voice has much potency.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
There is a time when fear is good and ought to remain seated as a guardian of the heart.
AESCHYLUS
The Eumenides
It would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.
AESCHYLUS
Prometheus Bound
When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.
AESCHYLUS
The Libation Bearers
Chanting aloud in realms below
The dead are wroth;
Against their slayers yet their ire doth glow.
AESCHYLUS
The Libation Bearers
God loves to help him who strives to help himself.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Neither a life of anarchy nor one beneath a despot should you praise; to all that lies in the middle a god has given excellence.
AESCHYLUS
The Eumenides
Some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.
AESCHYLUS
The Libation Bearers
Still to the sufferer comes, as due from God, a glory that to suffering owes its birth.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Obedience is the mother of success, and the wife of security.
AESCHYLUS
The Seven Against Thebes
The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
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
Words are the parents of a causeless wrath.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
For a single path leads to the house of Hades.
AESCHYLUS
fragment, Telephos
God ever works with those that work with will.
AESCHYLUS
fragment
Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich.
AESCHYLUS
fragment, Kabeiroi
Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
Nought is there in wealth that serves as bulwark 'gainst the subtle stealth Of Destiny and Doom.
AESCHYLUS
Agamemnon
Woe, woe for the doom that shall be--as in grasp of the foeman they fare!
For a woe and a weeping it is, if the maiden inviolate flower
Is plucked by the foe in his might, not culled in the bridal bower!
AESCHYLUS
The Seven Against Thebes
Ye waves
That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe
Your crisped smiles.
AESCHYLUS
Prometheus Chained