Maxioms by Aristophanes
Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
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Ye children of man! whose life is a span
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous,
Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
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Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before,
Advanced a stage or two upon that road
Which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
