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Who slew thee, Ο my son, unwillingly, And thee too — (O my sorrow !) — and I know not Which way to look or turn. All near at hand 1430 Is turned to evil ; and upon my head There falls a doom far worse than I can bear. Chorus. Man's highest blessedness,
In wisdom chiefly stands ; And in the things that touch upon the Gods, 1435
'T is best in word or deed.
To shun unholy pride ; Great words of boasting bring great punishments,
And so to gray-haired age
Teach wisdom at the last. 1440
