Aeschylus, Fragments 33–49: Heliades to Cabeiri

Where, in the west, is the bowl wrought by Hephaestus, the bowl of thy sire, speeding wherein he crosseth the mighty, swelling stream that girdleth earth, fleeing the gloom of holy night of sable steeds.

Zeus is air, Zeus is earth, Zeus is heaven, yea, Zeus is all things and whatsoever transcendeth them.

And Adria’s daughters shall learn a (new) way of mourning.

Gushed from the spring a more abundant stream.

Starting thence, when that he had crossed the ocean in a golden bowl, he drave the straight-horned kine from the uttermost parts of the earth, slew the evil herdsmen and their triple-bodied master, who wielded three spears in his (right) hands; in his left, extending three shields, and shaking his three crests, he advanced like unto Ares in his might.

For I shall not suffer any evil greater than this.

Come! Let some one work out in the ceiling a Lesbian moulding in triangular rhythms.

And further these old σκωπεύματα

Back he bent his sword, as when a man bends a bow, for that his body offered no place to murderous death, until at last some goddess appeared and showed him [the vital spot].

Send with all speed; for these are the oracles that Father Zeus doth entrust unto Loxias.

Hold your peace! The bee-keepers are at hand to open the house of Artemis.

Death hath a fairer fame than a life of toil.

But anon the long flute swallows up the half-holed.

Surely it befits not women to revile. How should it?

But I am not taking you as an omen of my journey.

Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich.

We shall make the house to be scant of vinegar.