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Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
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O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes
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Thus have the gods spun the thread for wretched mortals: that they live in grief while they themselves are without cares for two jars stand on the floor of Zeus of the gifts which he gives, one of evils and another of blessings.
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To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd, In virtue rich in blessing others, bless'd.
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Lay ye down the golden chain From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links Both Goddesses and Gods.
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How vain, without the merit, is the name.
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...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
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Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
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A little child born yesterday A thing on mother's milk and kisses fed.
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Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.
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For never, never, wicked man was wise.
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The hearts of great men can be changed.
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If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.
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If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.
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Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
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By turns the nine delight to sing
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Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.
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