Sophocles: _Antigone_ 586 [Plumptre].
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Steering their rough course o'er this boisterous main,
Form'd in a ring beneath whose waves
The Nereid train in high-arch'd caves
Weave the light dance, and raise the sprightly song,
Whilst whisp'ring in their swelling sails
Soft Zephyrs breathe, or southern gales
Piping amidst their tackling play,
As their bark ploughs its wat'ry way
Those hoary cliffs, the haunts of birds, among,
To that wild strand, the rapid race
Where once Achilles deigned to grace.
Euripides: _Iphigenia among the Tauri_ 492.
(Specimens of Gnomic Verses)
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Amongst barbarians all are slaves, save one.
_Helena_ 311.
23
He is no lover who not always loves.
_Daughters of Troy_ 1148.
24
What our necessities demand, becomes
Of greater moment than to conquer Troy.
_Andromache_ 427.
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'Tis not the counsel, but the speaker's worth,
That gives persuasion to his eloquence.
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