Note 56 — Chapter XV · THE FRAGMENTS OF ÆSCHYLUS, SOPHOCLES, AND EURIPIDES.
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No man was ever born who did not suffer. He buries children, then begets new sons, Then dies himself: and men forsooth are grieved, Consigning dust to dust. Yet needs must be Lives should be garnered like ripe harvest-sheaves, And one man live, another perish. Why Mourn over that which nature puts upon us? Naught that must be is terrible to mortals.
Hypsipyle, 752.