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Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.
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No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
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A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time.
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Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
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Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.
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Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.
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If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.
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Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
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Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
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The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for.
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Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
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Noble and manly music invigorates the spirit, strengthens the wavering man, and incites him to great and worthy deeds.
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Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.
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For love deceives the best of woman kind.
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Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.
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Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
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…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
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Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
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Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.
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I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
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Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
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Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
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Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
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Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.