The Internet Classics Archive | Agamemnon by Aeschylus
From which that after-growth of ill doth rise! Woe springs from wrong, the plant is like the seed- While Right, in honour's house, doth its own likeness breed. strophe 4 Some past impiety, some grey old crime, Breeds the young curse, that wantons in our ill, Early or late, when haps th'appointed time- And out of light brings power of darkness ...
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