The Theban Plays by Sophocles1986

Oedipus:
Only the gods escape the penalties of age and death. Time undermines everything. Nothing can stop the inevitable process of decay. The earth itself is eroded. The bodies of men wither, shrink and die. Good faith dies, too, and lies bear fruit and flourish. Between friend and friend, feelings slowly change, and between cities, too. Distrust grows. Love turns to hate, hate to love. And all joy in the passing of time becomes sorrow. It's fare-well and love between you and Thebes, not a cloud in sight. But time has an infinity of days and nights to live through yet. And the slightest pretext one day will be more than enough to cut down friendship with whole regiments of swords. I shall be long in my grave sleeping, a forgotten corpse. But it is then that my cold body will drink their hot blood.