"The great and amorous sky curved over the earth, and lay upon her as a pure lover. The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven for both man and animal, for both thick and strong, germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards. And it is I who empowered these moist espousals, I the great Aphrodite."
"But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead."
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Source: Aeschylus (1868). “The Tragedies of Aeschylos: A New Translation with a Biographical Essay, and an Appendix of Rhymed Choral Odes”, p.191
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