I am in love, it seems, with what cannot be - Euripides

IPH. But how didst thou dare the terrible deeds in respect to your mother? OR. Let us be silent respecting my mother — 'twas in avenging my father. IPH. And what was the reason for her slaying her husband? OR. Let go the subject of my mother. Nor is it pleasant for you to hear. IPH. I am silent. But Argos now looks up to thee.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

And so, by the arts of Ulysses, [5] they drew me from my mother under pretense of being wedded to Achilles.