I track Home to its hidden spring the flowing of fire, By stealth infringe it, drawing what doth charge A reed: the thing, reveal'd to man, is mighty, Teacher of every art, the main of life,
"Hear my decree now, people of Attica—you who are judging the first trial of bloodshed. For the people of Aegeus, this council of judges shall stand forever." (Lines 681–684)
"What then becomes of the oracles of Loxias... and the sworn pledges? Count all men your enemies rather than the gods." (Lines 900–902)
"The house reeks of blood-dripping slaughter... the breath of the tomb is in my nostrils." (Lines 1309–1311)
The air, hurtling with spears, maddens withal. How goes it with our city? What is to be? Whither and what the issue that Heaven brings on ?
Of all the Persians those in their strong prime, Highest of heart, noblest of lineage, Faithfullest servants of our lord the king, Lie dead in shamed dishonourable graves.
on earth a godhost gives order to nature Which god should I cry to? Whose acts will answer me?
There goe the ships; there is that Leuiathan, whom thou hast made to play therein.
"We know how to speak many false things that resemble the truth, but we also know, when we are willing, how to proclaim true things."
"Do not put your work off till to-morrow and the day after; for a sluggish worker does not fill his barn, nor one who puts off his work: industry makes…