God's philosophical and so can wait
For the blasphemer and the reprobate
He calmly chalks their crimes up on his slate.
Palladas (flourished 4th century AD) was a Greek poet, who lived in Alexandria, Egypt. All that is known about this poet has been deduced from his 151 epigrams preserved in the Anthologia Graeca a collection of poems, mostly epigrams, that span the classical and Byzantine periods of Greek literature. Most of the material of the Greek Anthology comes from two manuscripts, the Palatine Anthology of the 10th century and the Anthology of Planudes (or Planudean Anthology) of the 14th century.
Thursday 26 April 2012
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
Ignorant of all logic and all law
Fortune follows her own blind course,
Kind to the criminal,trampling on the just,
Flaunting her irrational,brute force.
Fortune follows her own blind course,
Kind to the criminal,trampling on the just,
Flaunting her irrational,brute force.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
It's no great step for a poor man to the grave
He lived his life out only half alive.
But when the man of plenty nears the end of his,
Deathyawns beneath him like a precipice.
He lived his life out only half alive.
But when the man of plenty nears the end of his,
Deathyawns beneath him like a precipice.
Wednesday 25 April 2012
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
I swore a thousand times to write no more epigrams, for I attracted the enmity of many morons. But whenever I look upon the face of Paphlagonian Pantagathos, I can't fend off the disease.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
Women jeer at me for being old; telling me
to look in the mirror at my life's remnant.
But whether I have white hair, or black,
I don't care, approaching my life's end.
With sweet-scented oils and lovely-leaved garlands
and Bacchus I end painful thoughts.
to look in the mirror at my life's remnant.
But whether I have white hair, or black,
I don't care, approaching my life's end.
With sweet-scented oils and lovely-leaved garlands
and Bacchus I end painful thoughts.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
To praise is best, and blame is the cause of hatred;
But to bad-mouth someone is Attic honey.
But to bad-mouth someone is Attic honey.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
Is this to be judged by age, then?
But not even age has respite from Aphrodite's frenzies.
So we trust in oaths and religion;
But after the oaths she can seek twelve gods--newer ones.
But not even age has respite from Aphrodite's frenzies.
So we trust in oaths and religion;
But after the oaths she can seek twelve gods--newer ones.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
It is no great step for a poor man to his grave
He lived his life out only half alive
But when the man of plenty nears the end of his
Death yawns beneath him like a precipice.
He lived his life out only half alive
But when the man of plenty nears the end of his
Death yawns beneath him like a precipice.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
So,Miser Moneybags,youre loaded?So?
You'll never take it with you when you go.
You've made your pile,but squandered time.Grown old
you can't gloat over age like hoared gold.
You'll never take it with you when you go.
You've made your pile,but squandered time.Grown old
you can't gloat over age like hoared gold.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
Born naked, buried naked, so why the fuss ?
All life leads to that first nakedness.
All life leads to that first nakedness.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
God's philosophicaland so can wait
for the blasphememer and the reprbate
He calmly chalks their crimes up on his slate.
for the blasphememer and the reprbate
He calmly chalks their crimes up on his slate.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
Lifes an ocean crossing where winds howl
and the sea comes at us wasve after wave.
With Fortune our pilot,weather fair or foul,
all alike drop anchor in the grave.
and the sea comes at us wasve after wave.
With Fortune our pilot,weather fair or foul,
all alike drop anchor in the grave.
An Epigram Written by Palladas of Alexandria,4th Century AD
A lifetimes teaching grammar come to this
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