230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

Passerby, do not wish me well with your sour heart.Go away. And I shall be well by your being gone.

Here Philippos the father buried his son Nikoteles,a child of twelve and his dearest hope.

When her fate rested on the razor's edge,we gave away our lives to save all Greece.

I am the tomb of a drowned sailor. Sail on.Even while we sank, the others sped away.

(You understood their words)but they never reached the heartburied in your chest.

Hermes, dear Hermes, Maia's son from Kyllene,I pray to you, for I'm frozen and I shiver.Give Hipponax a woolen overcoat, a Persiancape, some sandals and felt slippers,and sixty gold staters for his inner wall.Give Hipponax a woolen overcoat. I tell you, his teeth are rattling in his head!But from you never even a shabby coat against the very coldor slippers to keep my toes from freezing.

I am Hermes. I stand in the crossroads by a windybelt of trees near the gray shore of the seawhere the weary traveler may rest: here a fountain bubbles forth a cold and stainless water.

The power of hail and snow springs from a cloud,and thunder from the fire of lightning.Strong men destroy a city, and a tyrant enslaves people through their ignorance.A ship once out of port is hard to capture:know this now before it is too late.

No mortal is happy, and all men on earth who look upon the sun are wretched.