Time cancels young pain. - Euripides

Streams of the sacred rivers flow uphill;
Tradition, order, all things are reversed:
Deceit is men's device now,
Men's oaths are gods' dishonour.
Legend will now reverse our reputation;
A time comes when the female sex is honoured;
That old discordant slander
Shall no more hold us subject.

What profit was it to live on,
Friend, with my grief kept and mine honour gone?

What heavenly power lends an ear
To a breaker of oaths, a deceiver?