So the human race is driven
By fate. Of what comes from Zeus
We have no sure sign, and yet
We set foot upon great endeavours
And hanker for many things.
Our bodies are chained to wanton hope,
And the waters of foresight lie far away.
We must hunt for the mean in our profits —
Loves beyond reach sting too sharply to madness.
(Pindar, *Nemean XI* 42-46; in Trans C.M. Bowra, 1969:231, Penguin)