Stesichorus
Do not try to frighten me by speaking of icy death and do not... perhaps my lineage makes me immortal, unaging, fit to live in Olympus: if so, better to fight and avoid reproach than to look on as the cattle are plundered from my stalls. Or if, dear father, all that's left for me is carrying on into old age as one of those who live from day to day, cut off from the blessed gods, then nows the finest time to face my destiny and save you and all our kin from disgrace from men of the future who tell of the son of Chrysaor. S 11
Trickery instead of battle and combat will have the great glory of bringing on Troy of the broad dancing-places its day of captivity. S 89
Do not add to my woes the burden of worry, or raise grim prospects for my future life. For the immortal gods have not ordained for men on this holy earth unchanging enmity for all their days, no more than changeless love; they set men's outlook for the day. As to your prophecies, I pray the lord Apollo will not fulfill them all; but if I am destined to see my sons slain by each other, if the fates have so dispensed, then may death's ghastly close be mine straightway before I can ever behold the terrible moaning and tears of such woes. 222b
For it is fruitless, it is helplessness, to weep for the dead. 244
When a man is dead, all favor he enjoyed is gone for nought. 245
his daughters twice and thrice marriers, deserters of their men. 223
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