Archilochus of Paros Quotes

Ancient Greek lyric poet

Archilochus [Ἀρχίλοχος] (c. 680 BC – c. 645 BC), also rendered as Archilochos or Arkhilokhus, was a Greek lyric poet and mercenary from the island of Paros in the Archaic period.

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Native Name: Ἀρχίλοχος

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πόλλ' οἶδ' ἀλώπηξ, ἐχῖνος δ'ἓν μέγα

ὦ Ζεῦ͵ πάτερ Ζεῦ͵ σὸν μὲν οὐρανοῦ κράτος͵ σὺ δ΄ ἔργ΄ ἐπ΄ ἀνθρώπων ὁρᾶις λεωργὰ καὶ θεμιστά͵ σοὶ δὲ θηρίων ὕβρις τε καὶ δίκη μέλει.

: Quotations for Martial Artists : Hundreds of Inspirational Quotes to Motivate and Enlighten the Modern Warrior (2003) edited by John D. Moore

I have a high art; I hurt with cruelty those who would damage me.

: Studies in Latin American Popular Culture, Vol. 20 (2001), p. 184

I have a high art: I hurt with cruelty those who wound me.

Zeus, the father of the Olympic Gods, turned mid-day into night, hiding the light of the dazzling Sun; and sore fear came upon men.

Nothing can be surprising any more or impossible or miraculous, now that Zeus, father of the Olympians has made night out of noonday, hiding the bright sunlight, and . . . fear has come upon mankind. After this, men can believe anything, expect anything. Don't any of you be surprised in future if land beasts change places with dolphins and go to live in their salty pastures, and get to like the sounding waves of the sea more than the land, while the dolphins prefer the mountains.

: "Archilochos: To His Soul" : A fragment, as translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis

Take the joy and bear the sorrow, looking past your hopes and fears: learn to recognize the measured
dance that orders all our years.

: "Archilochos: To His Soul" : A fragment as translated from the Greek by Jon Corelis

Soul, my soul, don't let them break you, all these troubles. Never yield: though their force is overwhelming, up! attack them shield to shield...

: Fragment 67, as translated by R. Lattimore

Heart, my heart, so battered with misfortune far beyond your strength, up, and face the men who hate us. Bare your chest to the assault of the enemy, and fight them off. Stand fast among the beamlike spears. Give no ground; and if you beat them, do not brag in open show, nor, if they beat you, run home and lie down on your bed and cry. Keep some measure in the joy you take in luck, and the degree you give way to sorrow. All our life is up-and-down like this.

:translated by Guy Davenport, Carmina Archilochi: The Fragments of Archilochus (1964)

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