Chorus
Alas, generations of mortals, how mere a shadow I count your life! Where, where is the mortal who [1190] attains a happiness which is more than apparent and doomed to fall away to nothing? Your fate warns me—yours, unhappy Oedipus—to call no [1195] earthly creature blessed.
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