Why do you not let those who have died be dead?
Why do you gather up griefs that are already spilled?
τί τοὺς θανόντας οὐκ ἐᾷς τεθνηκέναι
καὶ τἀκχυθέντα συλλέγεις ἀλγήματα;
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Saturday, November 25, 2023
Old Grievances
Euripides, fragment 507 Kannicht, in Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta vol. 5, p. 551 (from Melanippe; tr. Christopher Collard and Martin Cropp):