οὔτ' ἄν νιν ὄλβος, οὔτ' Ἄρης, οὐ πύργος, οὐχ ἁλίκτυποι κελαιναὶ νᾶες ἐκφύγοιεν.
Sophocles. Antigone, 951. - (Chorus)
But great and dread the might of destiny:Nor tempest-storm, nor war,
Nor tower, nor dark-hulled ships
That sweep the sea, escape. - (Plumptre.)
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