Simonides of Ceos
Greek lyric poet.
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It is hard to be truly excellent, four-square in hand and foot and mind, formed without blemish.
Here lies Megistias, who died
When the Mede passed Sephulchros' tide;
A Prophet, though he would not save
Himself, sharing the Spartan grave.
We count it death to falter, not to die.
There is no better test of a man's work than time, which also reveals the thoughts which lay hidden in his breast.
Not even the gods fight against necessity.
O xein!, angellein Lakedaimoniois hoti teide
keimetha tois keinon rhemasi peithomenoi.
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?
The city is the teacher of the man.
We did not flinch but gave our lives to save Greece when her fate hung on a razor's edge.
A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.
Painting is silent poetry, and poetry painting that speaks.
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