Euripides, Stasimon Chorus from Orestes (408 .)

You wild goddesses who dart across the skies seeking vengeance for murder, we beg you to free Agamemnon’s son from his raging fury.... We grieve for this boy. Happiness is brief among mortals. Sorrow and anguish sweep down on it like a swift gust of wind on a sail boat, and it sinks under the tossing seas.