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Sin

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Sin
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Kind
Character
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Individual
Editorial note
A source-established personification that runs ahead of Prayers; conservatively classified as character because the passage does not explicitly call it a deity.

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Folly

Alternative name · Reported

Location presence

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Heaven1 observation
·Remembered

In Agamemnon’s recollected story, Jove flings Folly down from Heaven, establishing her prior presence there.

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On this Jove was stung to the very quick, and in his rage he caught Folly by the hair, and swore a great oath that never should she again invade starry heaven and Olympus, for she was the bane of all. Then he whirled her round with a twist of his hand, and flung her down from heaven

Claims

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·Reported

Phoenix personifies Sin as fierce, fleet, baneful, and able to outrun Prayers.

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footsteps of sin, who, being fierce and fleet of foot, leaves them far behind him, and ever baneful to mankind outstrips them
·Reported

Agamemnon describes Folly as Jove’s eldest daughter who walks delicately above the earth, hovers over human heads, blinds them to destruction, and makes them stumble or become ensnared.

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Folly, eldest of Jove’s daughters, shuts men’s eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them
·Reported

Agamemnon’s story says Folly fooled even Jove, who is said to be greatest among gods and men.

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she fooled Jove himself, who they say is greatest whether of gods or men; for Juno, woman though she was, beguiled him
·Reported

Jove seizes Folly by the hair, calls her the bane of all, bans her from heaven, whirls her around, and hurls her among mortal men.

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he caught Folly by the hair, and swore a great oath that never should she again invade starry heaven and Olympus, for she was the bane of all. Then he whirled her round with a twist of his hand, and flung her down from heaven so that she fell on to the fields of mortal men

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·Simile
sin, who, being fierce and fleet of foot, leaves them far behind him
·Reported
Folly, eldest of Jove’s daughters, shuts men’s eyes to their destruction

Passage preview

Book 9 · Passage 23

‘It was I, Achilles, who had the making of you; I loved you with all my heart: for you would eat neither at home nor when you had gone out elsewhere, till I had first set you upon my knees, cut up the dainty morsel that you were to eat, and held the wine-cup to your lips. Many a time have you slobbered your wine in baby helplessness over my shirt; I had infinite trouble with you, but I knew that heaven had vouchsafed me no offspring of my own, and I made a son of you, Achilles, that in my hour of need you might protect me. Now, therefore, I say battle with your pride and beat it; cherish not your anger for ever; the might and majesty of heaven are more than ours, but even heaven may be appeased; and if a man has sinned he prays the gods, and reconciles them to himself by his piteous cries and by frankincense, with drink-offerings and the savour of burnt sacrifice. For prayers are as daughters to great Jove; halt, wrinkled, with eyes askance, they follow in the footsteps of sin, who, being fierce and fleet of foot, leaves them far behind him, and ever baneful to mankind outstrips them even to the ends of the world; but nevertheless the prayers come hobbling and healing after. If a man has pity upon these daughters of Jove when they draw near him, they will bless him and hear him too when he is praying; but if he deny them and will not listen to them, they go to Jove the son of Saturn and pray that he may presently fall into sin—to his ruing bitterly hereafter. Therefore, Achilles, give these daughters of Jove due reverence, and bow before them as all good men will bow. Were not the son of Atreus offering you gifts and promising others later—if he were still furious and implacable— I am not he that would bid you throw off your anger and help the Achaeans, no matter how great their need; but he is giving much now, and more hereafter; he has sent his captains to urge his suit, and has chosen those who of all the Argives are most acceptable to you; make not then their words and their coming to be of none effect. Your anger has been righteous so far. We have heard in song how heroes of old time quarrelled when they were roused to fury, but still they could be won by gifts, and fair words could soothe them.