Yet though a man gets many wounds in breast, He dieth not, unless the appointed time, The limit of his life's span, coincide; Nor does the man who by the hearth at home Sits still, escape the doom that Fate decrees.
Aeschylus (1868). “The Tragedies of Aeschylos: The Persians. The seven who fought against Thebes. Prometheus bound. The suppliants. Fragments. Appendix of rhymed choruses”, p.235
