who has laid it down that wisdom
comes alone through suffering.
Still there drips in sleep against the heart
grief of memory; against
our pleasure we are temperate.
From the gods who sit in grandeur
grace comes somehow violent.
– Aeschylus, “Agamemnon,” translated by Richard Lattimore
I’ve remembered the last two lines of this passage ever since I read them decades ago. I’ve also tried unsuccessfully to find another quotation from a Greek play that I read around the same time…lines saying something like “there are some sorts of wisdom that cannot with piety be prayed for.” Anyone recognize it?