Death waits for every man; that is our common lot, and all of us suffer it in common. What is fated is greater than what is not fated.
τοῖς πᾶσιν ἀνθρώποισι κατθανεῖν μένει,
κοινὸν δ᾿ ἔχοντες αὐτὸ κοινὰ πάσχομεν
πάντες· τὸ γὰρ χρεὼν μεῖζον ἢ τὸ μὴ χρεών.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Monday, November 25, 2019
What We Have in Common
Euripides, fragment 733 (tr. Christopher Collard and Martin Cropp):