"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."
"Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast, He dieth not, unless the appointed time, The limit of his life's span, coincide; Nor does the man who by the hearth at home Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees."
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Source: Aeschylus (1868). “The Tragedies of Aeschylos: The Persians. The seven who fought against Thebes. Prometheus bound. The suppliants. Fragments. Appendix of rhymed choruses”, p.235
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