Stumbled across this fragment of Euripides:
pheu! pheu, palaios ainos hos kalos echei;
gerontes ouden esmen allo plen psophos
kai schem', oneiron d'herpomen mimemata,
vous d'ouk enestin, oiomestha d'eu phronein.
Translation:
Alas, alas, how the old tale holds truth;
we old men are nothing but noise
and appearance; we creep along, imitations of dreams,
there is nothing in our minds, though we think that we are sane.
Beautiful and sombre and quite heartbreaking.
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