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Aeschylus

  • Greek poet
  • Born 525 BC
  • Died 456 BC

Aeschylus (UK: , US: ; Greek: Αἰσχύλος Aiskhylos, pronounced [ai̯s.kʰý.los]; c. 525/524 – c. 456/455 BC) was an ancient Greek tragedian. He is often described as the father of tragedy. Academics' knowledge of the genre begins with his work, and understanding of earlier tragedies is largely based on inferences from his surviving plays. According to Aristotle, he expanded the number of characters in the theater and allowed conflict among them; characters previously had interacted only with the chorus.Only seven of his estimated seventy to ninety plays have survived, and there is a long-standing debate regarding his authorship of one of these plays, Prometheus Bound, which some believe his son Euphorion actually wrote.


It is an ill thing to be the first to bring news of ill.




For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.




It is best for the wise man not to seem wise.




Too few rejoice at a friend's good fortune.




But time growing old teaches all things.




It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.




Self-will in the man who does not reckon wisely is by itself the weakest of all things.




Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.




It is a light thing for whoever keeps his foot outside trouble to advise and counsel him that suffers.




What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?




Death is softer by far than tyranny.




When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?




For this is the mark of a wise and upright man, not to rail against the gods in misfortune.




To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.




If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.




Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?




God lends a helping hand to the man who tries hard.




The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.




Time as he grows old teaches all things.




It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.




Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.




For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.




Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.




Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.




Memory is the mother of all wisdom.




It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.




You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.




I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.




The man whose authority is recent is always stern.




Who apart from the gods is without pain for his whole lifetime's length?




There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.




There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls.




He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.




God always strives together with those who strive.




Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.




I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.



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