Aeschylus
Aeschylus
Aeschyluswas an ancient Greek tragedian. His plays, alongside those of Sophocles and Euripides, are the only works of Classical Greek literature to have survived. He is often described as the father of tragedy: critics and scholars' 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 theater to allow conflict among them, whereas characters previously had interacted only...
NationalityGreek
ProfessionPoet
wine fate tears
And now it goes as it goes and where it ends is Fate. And neither by singeing flesh nor tipping cups of wine nor shedding burning tears can you enchant away the rigid Fury.
tears gains trouble
To mourn and bewail your ill-fortune, when you will gain a tear from those who listen, this is worth the trouble.
winning tears fortune
To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
wise men tears
Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.
joy tears stealing
Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears.
happiness prayer mind
But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.
wise believe pride
Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.
evil far ignorant rather wise
I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.
greek-poet mother obedience parent success
Obedience is the mother of success, and success the parent of salvation.
advice rebuke
to give advice and to rebuke the sufferer.
gods greek-poet rail upright
For this is the mark of a wise and upright man, not to rail against the gods in misfortune.
pain wall suffering
Oh, it is easy for the one who stands outside the prison-wall of pain to exhort and teach the one who suffers.
pain ends extremity
Take courage; pain's extremity soon ends.
pain memories rain
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain.