MEDEA: The gods know who was the author of this sorrow. JASON: Yes, the gods know indeed, they know your loathsome heart. MEDEA: Hate me. But I tire … - Euripides

Thou didst bring me forth for all the Greeks in common, not for thyself alone.

ELECTRA: ¡Ah, cómo puedes acoger a huéspedes tan altos en su alcurnia, cuando miras la escasez y miseria de tu hogar?
CAMPESINO: Nobles dices que son y así se muestra. No importa la pequeñez y pobreza de nuestra casa: si nobles son, con ella han de ajustarse

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.