Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.

Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.

The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.

Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?

For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.