Prodicus of Ceos (/ˈproʊdɪkəs/; Greek: Πρόδικος, Pródikos; c. 465 BC – c. 395 BC) was a Greek philosopher, and part of the first generation of Sophists. He came to Athens as ambassador from Ceos, and became known as a speaker and a teacher. Plato treats him with greater respect than the other sophists, and in several of the Platonic dialogues Socrates appears as the friend of Prodicus. One writer claims Socrates used his method of instruction. Prodicus made linguistics and ethics prominent in his curriculum. The content of one of his speeches is still known, and concerns a fable in which Heracles has to make a choice between Virtue and Vice. He also interpreted religion through the framework of naturalism.
Prodicus was a native of Ioulis on the island of Ceos, the birthplace of Simonides, whom he is described as having imitated. Prodicus came frequently to Athens for the purpose of transacting business on behalf of his native city, and attracted admiration as an orator, although his voice was deep and apt to fall.Plutarch describes him as slender and weak; and Plato also alludes to his weakness, and a degree of effeminacy which thus resulted.Philostratus accuses him of luxury and avarice, but no earlier source mentions this.
[The hatred that was shown by the crusaders for people who were basically peaceful and the extremes of torture and murder to rid France of the heretics]
Look out Sentry,
We're in a killing mood
Don't stand in our way,
Don't try to slow us down
This is war, seek Divinity
We only want to stop heresy
Terror, hatred, murder
Error, fateful, mistake
No need to shout boy
It won't save your skin now
It's best to prepare
The time must come for all
Terror, hatred. murder
Error fateful, mistake
Don't stop carry on ahead
Don't stop till they are all dead
Minerve die
Cathars fly
Don't stop just swing that sword boy
No one to resist you just forge on
Massacre, Heretics, Cathars
Murder, in the name of the Lord
Blood flows like fire in my brain
Blood flows like water reddened rain
Won't you come and join us
Praise and rejoice us more
If we don't act
And win this war
These heretic bastards
Will be knocking at your door
Massacre, Heretics, Cathars
Murder, in the name of the Lord
If we don't end this blasphemy
The war will reign for centuries
Keep our church free, we will
Massacre these Cathars and make sure