Elegies (II), by Theognis

You’re like a horse, boy, who has had his fill
Of barley elsewhere, then comes back to me,
Wanting a gentle rider, a cool spring,
Soft meadows to run in, and some shady woods.

Works and Days, by Hesiod

Defend yourself against the evil days
Lenaion brings, all of them days which pierce
The hides of oxen; guard against the frosts
That kill, when Boreas blows on the earth.

Gilgamesh

Sweet-voice Aruru, mother of men, Screamed out, like a woman in childbirth: “If only that day had never been, when I spoke up for evil in the council of the gods! How could I have agreed to destroy My children by the Great Flood upon them? I have given birth to the human race, only…