"To persecute so brave, so just a man;

Involv'd his anxious life in endless cares,

Expos'd to wants, and hurried into wars!

Can heav'nly minds such high resentment show,

Or exercise their spite in human woe?

The raging winds rush thro' the hollow wound,

And dance aloft in air, and skim along the ground;

Then, settling on the sea, the surges sweep,

Raise liquid mountains, and disclose the deep."

the most beautiful poetry i've ever read. virgil, the aeneid. 

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Life, which you look for, you will never find.

For when the gods created man, they let

death be his share, and life

withheld in their own hands.

Gilgamesh, fill your belly,

Day and night make merry,

let days be full of joy,

dance and make music day and night.

And wear fresh clothes,

And wash your head and bathe.

Look at the child that is holding your hand,

And let your wife delight in your embrace.

These things alone are the concern of men."

most wise words from siduri, the tavern keeper who lives at the end of the world. the epic of gilgamesh.