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Friday, February 06, 2026
Guard Your Tongue
Aeschylus, Libation Bearers 1044-1045 (tr. Herbert Weir Smyth):
Therefore do not yoke your tongue to an ill-omened speech, nor let your lips give vent to evil forebodings.