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Authors: William Shakespeare, Homer
waste away.
Book XII, lines 351–2 (Worsley); translation reported in Harbottle’s Dictionary of Quotations (1897), .
The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.
Book XII, lines 453–4 (Worsley).
Book XIV
O friend, I dare not, though a worse man sought
These doors, a stranger use discourteously.
All strangers and all poor by Zeus are brought;
Sweet is our gift, yet small.
Book XIV, lines 56–9 (Worsley).
I speak for glory, since by wine made bold
Often to singing even the wise will fall,
Light laughter and the dance, nor can withhold
Words that in sooth were better far untold.
Book XIV, lines 463–6 (Worsley).
Book XV
Watch, lest in thy despite
Some fair possession from thy home he get:
Since, well thou knowest, a woman’s soul is set
His house to prosper whom she chance to wed.
Linked to another she discards all debt
Due to the children of her former bed,
Nor thinks at all of him, her dear-loved husband dead.
Book XV, lines 19–23 (Worsley).
He to my mind an equal sin doth show
Who, when a guest would linger, hints good-bye,
And who, if one desire to part, says no.
Book XV, lines 72–3 (Worsley).
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Book XV, line 74 (Pope).
For now the nights move slowly and scarce end;
Yea, there is room for slumber, and to keep
Watch, and a listening ear to sweet words lend.
Needs not at all unto thy couch to creep
For some while yet. Harm comes from even too much sleep.
Book XV, lines 392–4 (Worsley).
But we two, drinking wine and eating bread,
Will charm our dear hearts each with other’s pain.
Past sorrow, and the tears a man hath shed,
Who far hath wandered over earth and main,
Yield comfort.
Book XV, lines 398–401 (Worsley).
Book XVII
See how God ever like with like doth pair,
And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
Book XVII, lines 217–8 (Worsley).
Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.
Book XVII, line 246 (Worsley).
Servants, when their lords no longer sway,
Their minds no more to righteous courses bend.
Book XVII, lines 320–1 (Worsley).
Half that man’s virtue doth Zeus take away,
Whom he surrenders to the servile day.
Book XVII, lines 322–3 (Worsley).
Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.
Book XVII, line 347 (Worsley).
Light is their reckoning, no remorse they feel,
Food not their own to lavish from so brave a meal.
Book XVII, lines 451–2 (Worsley).
If indeed there be a god in heaven.
Book XVII, line 484 (translated by S. H. Butcher, with Andrew Lang).
Book XVIII
Earth than a man no poorer feebler thing
Rears, of all creatures that here breathe and move.
Book XVIII, lines 130–1 (Worsley).
Receive in silence what the Father brings.
Book XVIII, line 142 (Worsley).
Book XIX
Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.
Book XIX, line 13 (Worsley).
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.
Book XIX, lines 563–8 (Worsley).
Yet not for ever void of sleep remains
Man; for the gods by rule of life dispense
Sleep on all mortals whom the earth maintains.
Book XIX, lines 592–4 (Worsley).
Book XX
Bear up, my soul, a little longer yet;
A little longer to thy purpose cling!
Book XX, line 18 (Worsley).
Then the gods send us their refreshful sleep,
Which good and evil from our mind doth sweep.
Book XX, lines 85–6 (Worsley).
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical
Book XII, lines 351–2 (Worsley); translation reported in Harbottle’s Dictionary of Quotations (1897), .
The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.
Book XII, lines 453–4 (Worsley).
Book XIV
O friend, I dare not, though a worse man sought
These doors, a stranger use discourteously.
All strangers and all poor by Zeus are brought;
Sweet is our gift, yet small.
Book XIV, lines 56–9 (Worsley).
I speak for glory, since by wine made bold
Often to singing even the wise will fall,
Light laughter and the dance, nor can withhold
Words that in sooth were better far untold.
Book XIV, lines 463–6 (Worsley).
Book XV
Watch, lest in thy despite
Some fair possession from thy home he get:
Since, well thou knowest, a woman’s soul is set
His house to prosper whom she chance to wed.
Linked to another she discards all debt
Due to the children of her former bed,
Nor thinks at all of him, her dear-loved husband dead.
Book XV, lines 19–23 (Worsley).
He to my mind an equal sin doth show
Who, when a guest would linger, hints good-bye,
And who, if one desire to part, says no.
Book XV, lines 72–3 (Worsley).
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
Book XV, line 74 (Pope).
For now the nights move slowly and scarce end;
Yea, there is room for slumber, and to keep
Watch, and a listening ear to sweet words lend.
Needs not at all unto thy couch to creep
For some while yet. Harm comes from even too much sleep.
Book XV, lines 392–4 (Worsley).
But we two, drinking wine and eating bread,
Will charm our dear hearts each with other’s pain.
Past sorrow, and the tears a man hath shed,
Who far hath wandered over earth and main,
Yield comfort.
Book XV, lines 398–401 (Worsley).
Book XVII
See how God ever like with like doth pair,
And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!
Book XVII, lines 217–8 (Worsley).
Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.
Book XVII, line 246 (Worsley).
Servants, when their lords no longer sway,
Their minds no more to righteous courses bend.
Book XVII, lines 320–1 (Worsley).
Half that man’s virtue doth Zeus take away,
Whom he surrenders to the servile day.
Book XVII, lines 322–3 (Worsley).
Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.
Book XVII, line 347 (Worsley).
Light is their reckoning, no remorse they feel,
Food not their own to lavish from so brave a meal.
Book XVII, lines 451–2 (Worsley).
If indeed there be a god in heaven.
Book XVII, line 484 (translated by S. H. Butcher, with Andrew Lang).
Book XVIII
Earth than a man no poorer feebler thing
Rears, of all creatures that here breathe and move.
Book XVIII, lines 130–1 (Worsley).
Receive in silence what the Father brings.
Book XVIII, line 142 (Worsley).
Book XIX
Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.
Book XIX, line 13 (Worsley).
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.
Book XIX, lines 563–8 (Worsley).
Yet not for ever void of sleep remains
Man; for the gods by rule of life dispense
Sleep on all mortals whom the earth maintains.
Book XIX, lines 592–4 (Worsley).
Book XX
Bear up, my soul, a little longer yet;
A little longer to thy purpose cling!
Book XX, line 18 (Worsley).
Then the gods send us their refreshful sleep,
Which good and evil from our mind doth sweep.
Book XX, lines 85–6 (Worsley).
List of Poems in Alphabetical Order
List of Poets in Alphabetical
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