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• Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avail
  o altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise....
• 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....
• Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Corruptio...
• So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826...
• A prosperous fool is a grievous burden. -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 383
• Bronze is the mirror of the form; wine, of the heart. -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 384
• That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing...
• It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
  -- Aeschylus (525-456 BC) -- Frag. 385...
• Once when Bion was at sea in the company of some wicked men, he fell into the hands of pirate
  and when the rest said, "We are undone if we are known,"--"But I," said he, "am undone if we are not known....