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Hecuba is preparing the body of her grandson Astyanax for burial at the end of the Trojan War
O vain is man,
who glorieth in his joy and hath no fears:
While to and fro the chances of the years
Dance like an idiot in the wind! And none
By any strength hath his own fortune won.
The Trojan Women by Euripides, translated by Gilbert Murray
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