" Twas dire oppression taught me my complaint.
I know my rage a quenchless fire:
But nought, however dire,
Shall visit this my frenzy with restraint;
Or check my lamentation while I live.
Dear friend, kind women of true Argive breed,
Say, who can timely counsel give
Or word of comfort suited to my need?
Beyond all care shall this my cause be known.
No counsels more! Ah leave,
Vain comforters, and let me grieve
With ceaseless pain, unmeasured in my moan. "

― Sophocles , Electra