"Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength, up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beamlike spears. Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show, nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry. Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree you give way to sorrow. All our life is up-and-down like this."

": Fragment 67, as translated by R. Lattimore"

"Be bold! That's one way Of getting through life. So I turn upon her And point out that, Faced with the wickedness Of things, she does not shiver. I know how to love those Who love me, how to hate. You whom the soldiers beat, You who are all but dead, How the gods love you And I, alone in the dark, I was promised the light."

"I have saved myself - what care I for that shield? Away with it! I'll get another one no worse."

"These golden matters Of Gyges and his treasuries Are no concern of mine. Jealousy has no power over me, Nor do I envy a god his work, And I do not burn to rule. Such things have no Fascination for my eyes."

"Soul, my soul, don't let them break you, all these troubles. Never yield: though their force is overwhelming, up! attack them shield to shield..."

"The affairs of gold-laden Gyges do not interest me zealousy of the gods has never seized me nor anger at their deeds. But I have no love for great tyranny for its deeds are very far from my eyes."

"Some Saian mountaineer Struts today with my shield. I threw it down by a bush and ran When the fighting got hot. Life seemed somehow more precious. It was a beautiful shield. I know where I can buy another Exactly like it, just as round."

"A Saian boasts about the shield which beside a bush though good armour I unwillingly left behind. I saved myself, so what do I care about the shield? To hell with it! I'll get one soon just as good."

"I don't give a damn if some Thracian ape strut Proud of that first-rate shield the bushes got. Leaving it was hell, but in a tricky spot I kept my hide intact. Good shields can be bought. (as translated by Stuart Silverman)"

": "Archilochos: To His Soul" : A fragment as translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis"

"Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield. Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away, And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life, which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain; But who can get another life again?"

"Take the joy and bear the sorrow, looking past your hopes and fears: learn to recognize the measured dance that orders all our years."

"Nothing can be surprising any more or impossible or miraculous, now that Zeus, father of the Olympians has made night out of noonday, hiding the bright sunlight, and . . . fear has come upon mankind. After this, men can believe anything, expect anything. Don't any of you be surprised in future if land beasts change places with dolphins and go to live in their salty pastures, and get to like the sounding waves of the sea more than the land, while the dolphins prefer the mountains."

"Zeus, the father of the Olympic Gods, turned mid-day into night, hiding the light of the dazzling Sun; and sore fear came upon men."

"Theognis appears as a finely formed nobleman who has fallen on bad times, with the passions of a nobleman such as his time loved, full of fatal hatred toward the upward striving masses, tossed about by a sad fate that wore him down and made him milder in many respects. He is a characteristic image of that old, ingenious somewhat spoiled and no longer firmly rooted blood nobility, placed at the boundary of an old and a new era, a distorted Janus-head, since what is past seems so beautiful and enviable, that which is coming — something that basically has an equal entitlement — seems disgusting and repulsive; a typical head for all those noble figures who represent the aristocracy prior to a popular revolution and who struggle for the existence of the class of nobles as for their individual existence."

"Bright youth passes swiftly as a thought."

"To beget and breed a man is easi er than to put into him good wits; none hath ever devised means whereby he hath made a fool wise and a bad man good. If God had given the Children of Asclepius the art of healing a man's evil nature and infatuate wit, they would receive wages much and great; and if thought could be made and put into us, the son of a good father would never become bad, because he would be persuaded by good counsel. But by teaching never shalt thou make the bad man good."

"Wine is wont to show the mind of man."

"Ploutos, no wonder mortals worship you: You are so tolerant of their sins!"

"Unless the gods deceive my mind, That man is forging fetters for himself."

"ἀμφ' ἀρετῇ τρίβου, καί τοι τὰ δίκαια φίλ’ ἔστω,"

"πολλοί τοι πλουτοῦσι κακοί, ἀγαθοὶ δὲ πένονται:"

"Too many tongues have gates which fly apart Too easily, and care for many things That don’t concern them."

"The deckhands are in control, and the base have the upper hand over the noble."

"Πάντων μὲν μὴ φῦναι ἐπιχθονίοισιν ἄριστον μηδ' ἐσιδεῖν αὐγὰς ὀξέος ἠελίου, φύντα δ' ὅπως ὤκιστα πύλας Ἀίδαο περῆσαι καὶ κεῖσθαι πολλὴν γῆν ἐπαμησάμενον."

"Surfeit begets insolence, when prosperity comes to a bad man."

"The lucky man is honored ..."

"Adopt the character of the twisting octopus, which takes on the appearance of the nearby rock. Now follow in this direction, now turn a different hue."

"χρήματα μὲν δαίμων καὶ παγκάκῳ ἀνδρὶ δίδωσιν, Κύρν᾽: ἀρετῆς δ᾽ ὀλίγοις ἀνδράσι μοῖρ᾽ ἕπεται."

"No man takes with him to Hades all his exceeding wealth."

"We struggle onward, ignorant and blind,"

"Don’t wag the tail of life if it goes well,"

"One finds many companions for food and drink, but in a serious business a man's companions are few."

"The Odyssey, trans. George Herbert Palmer (1884)"

"The Odyssey of Homer, trans. Samuel Butcher and Andrew Lang (1879)"

"The Odyssey of Homer, trans. Philip Stanhope Worsley and John Conington (1865)"

"The Odyssey, trans. Samuel Butler (1898)"

"The Odyssey, trans. Robert Fagles (Penguin, 1997),"

"The Odyssey, trans. Robert Fitzgerald (Doubleday, 1961)"

"The Odyssey of Homer, trans. William Cowper (1791)"

"The Odyssey, trans. E. V. Rieu (Penguin Books, 1946)"

"The Iliad of Homer, trans. Andrew Lang, Walter Leaf and Ernest Myers (1883)"

"The Iliad of Homer, trans. Edward, Earl of Derby (1864)"

"The Iliad of Homer, trans. Alexander Pope (1720)"

"The Iliad of Homer, trans. Samuel Butler (1898)"

"The Odyssey of Homer, trans. Alexander Pope (1725)"