O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
Aeschylus (525 - 456 BC)
Source: fragment 250
Contributed by: Zaady
God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.
Source: Fragment 162
Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.
It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.
Ask the gods nothing excessive.
Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart.
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