Ah! there is not in the world a single man free; for he is either a slave to money or to fortune, or else the people in their thousands or the fear o… - Euripides

LITTLE BOY.
Oh, what has happened? Mummy has gone away,
And left me and will not come back any more!
Father, I shall be lonely all the day….
Look! Look! Her eyes … and her arms not like before,
How they lie …
Mother! Oh, speak a word!
Answer me, answer me, Mother! It is I.
I am touching your face. It is I, your little bird.
ADMETUS (recovering himself and going to the Child).
She hears us not, she sees us not. We lie
Under a heavy grief, child, thou and I.
LITTLE BOY.
I am so little, Father, and lonely and cold
Here without Mother. It is too hard…. And you,
Poor little sister, too.
Oh, Father!
Such a little time we had her. She might have stayed
On till we all were old….
Everything is spoiled when Mother is dead.

AG. I envy thee, old man, and I envy that man who has passed through a life without danger, unknown, unglorious; but I less envy those in honor. OLD M. And yet 'tis in this that the glory of life is. AG. But this very glory is uncertain, for the love of popularity is pleasant indeed, but hurts when present. Sometimes the worship of the Gods not rightly conducted upturns one's life, and sometimes the many and dissatisfied opinions of men harass.

The care of God for us is a great thing,
if a man believe it at heart:
it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.
So I have a secret hope
of someone, a God, who is wise and plans;
but my hopes grow dim when I see
the deeds of men and their destinies.
For Fortune is ever veering, and the currents of life are shifting,
shifting, wandering for ever.