There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird,When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone.' - Sentry.

— Sophocles

May the dead forgive me, I can do no otherBut as I am commanded; to do more is madness.' - Ismene.

— Sophocles

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Money! Money's the curse of man, none greater.That's what wrecks cities, banishes men from homes,Tempts and deludes the most well-meaning soul,Pointing out the way to infamy and shame.' - Creon.

— Sophocles

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Hail the sun! The brightest of all that everDawned on the City of Seven Gates, City of Thebes!Hail the golden dawn over Dirce's riverRising to speed the flight of the white invaders Homeward in full retreat!' - Chorus.

— Sophocles

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