"But ah, the end, the end of my emprise!" "The bitter ire, the wrathful woe Of Hera, queen of heaven—-"   "And bid you hoard my words, inscribing them On memory's tablets."   "A shrine is stronger than a tower to save, A shield that none may cleave."   "I cannot aid you without risk … Continue reading The Suppliant Maidens – Aeschylus