إن آلاف المصائب تخرج من البحر، وآلاف المصائب تخرج من الأرض، لتصيب أولئك الذين تستطيل حياتهم في الزمان - Aeschylus

I know the stars by heart,
the armies of the night, and there in the lead the ones that bring us snow or the crops of summer, bring us all we have — our great blazing kings of the sky, I know them, when they rise and when the fall . . .

θῖνες νεκρῶν δὲ καὶ τριτοσπόρῳ γονῇ
ἄφωνα σημανοῦσιν ὄμμασιν βροτῶν
ὡς οὐχ ὑπέρφευ θνητὸν ὄντα χρὴ φρονεῖν.

That child of earth too, the inhabitant of Cilician caves, hostile, monstrous, with a hundred heads — I saw and pitied him as he was violently overcome, Typhon furious for war, who stood against all the gods, hissing terror with dreadful jaws, and who flashed a fierce gleam from his eyes, intent on the violent ruin of tyranny. Zeus’ unsleeping bolt came to him, however, the lightning which descends in a blast of flame; it hit him out of his lofty boastings; he was struck to the very soul of his being, blazing like a coal, and his strength blasted from him in thunder.