''Twice and thrice over, as they say, good is it to repeat and review what is good.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias, 498 E....
''I have hardly ever known a mathematician who was capable of reasoning.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. The Republic, bk. 7, sct. 531e, trans. by Benjamin Jowett (1894).
''To go to the world below, having a soul which is like a vessel full of injustice, is the last and worst of all the evils.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias, 522 E....
''To the rulers of the state then, if to any, it belongs of right to use falsehood, to deceive either enemies or their own citizens, for the good of the state: and no one else may meddle with this privilege.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. The Republic, bk. 3, sect. 389.
''Truth is the beginning of every good to the gods, and of every good to man.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias, 730 B....
''Hardly any human being is capable of pursuing two professions or two arts rightly.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias, 846 D....
''What I say is that "just" or "right" means nothing but what is in the interest of the stronger party.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Thrasymachus, in The Republic, bk. 1, sct. 338 (trans. by F.M. Cornford).
''Then not only custom, but also nature affirms that to do is more disgraceful than to suffer injustice, and that justice is equality.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias, 489 A....
''What essence is to generation, that truth is to belief.''Plato (c. 427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Timacus, 29 C....
''To do injustice is the greatest of all evils.''Plato (427-347 B.C.), Greek philosopher. Gorgias 469c, trans. by Helmbold. This is a version of one of the famous "Socratic paradoxes," that it is better to suffer evil than to do it.
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Neath This Tall Pine
Neath this tall pine,
That to the zephyr sways and murmurs low,
Mayst thou recline,
While near thee cooling waters flow.
This flute of mine
Shall pipe the softest song it knows to sing,
And to thy charmèd eyelids sleep will bring.
We reached the grove's deep shadow and there found
Cythera's son in sleep's sweet fetters bound;
Looking like ruddy apples on their tree;
No quiver and no bended bow had he;
These were suspended on a leafy spray.
Himself in cups of roses cradled lay,
Smiling in sleep; while from their flight in air,
The brown bees to his soft lips made repair,
To ply their waxen task and leave their honey there.