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O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
Aeschylus
Aeschylus Quotes
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
Bronze is the mirror of the form wine, of the heart.
Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.
The future you shall know when it has come before then forget it.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
Exiles feed on hope.
It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.
Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.
It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.
His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.
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