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Simonides of Ceos
Simonides of Ceos (c. 556 - 469 BC) Greek lyric poet
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- ὦ ξεῖν', ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε
κείμεθα τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι.
- O xein!, angellein Lakedaimoniois hoti täde
keimetha tois keinon rhämasi peithomenoi!
- Go, tell the Spartans, stranger passing by
That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
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- Epitaph on the Cenotaph of Thermopylae; Variant translations:
- Go, tell the Spartans, thou who passest by,
That here obedient to their laws we lie.
- Stranger, go tell the men of Lacedaemon
That we, who lie here, did as we were ordered.
- Stranger, bring the message to the Spartans that here
we remain, obedient to their orders.
- Oh foreigner, tell the Lacedaemonians
that here we lie, obeying those words.
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Not even the gods fight against necessity.
- Quoted by Plato, in the Dialogue Protagoras; Variant translations:
- The gods do not fight against necessity.
- Not even the gods war against necessity.
- I praise and love all men who do no sin willingly; but with necessity even the gods do not contend.
- We did not flinch but gave our lives to save Greece when her fate hung on a razor's edge.
- from the Cenotaph at the Isthmos
- Painting is silent poetry, and poetry painting that speaks.
- As quoted by Plutarch; Variant translations:
- Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech.
- Painting is silent poetry, poetry is eloquent painting.
Attributed
- A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.
- Variant translation: Of earthly goods, the best is a good wife; A bad, the bitterest curse of human life.
- Difficult, say you? Difficult to be a man of virtue, truly good, shaped and fashioned without flaw in the perfect figure of four-squared excellence, in body and mind, in act and thought?
- It is hard to be truly excellent, four-square in hand and foot and mind, formed without blemish.
- The city is the teacher of the man.
- There is no better test of a man's work than time, which also reveals the thoughts which lay hidden in his breast.
- We count it death to falter, not to die.
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Last updated: 10-26-2005 03:52:15
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