Odyssey 23.209–212

μή μοι, Ὀδυσσεῦ, σκύζευ, ἐπεὶ τά περ ἄλλα μάλιστα

ἀνθρώπων πέπνυσο· θεοὶ δʼ ὤπαζον ὀϊζύν,

οἳ νῶϊν ἀγάσαντο παρʼ ἀλλήλοισι μένοντε

ἥβης ταρπῆναι καὶ γήραος οὐδὸν ἱκέσθαι.

Do not be angry with me, Odysseus. In all else

you have been the wisest of men. The gods allotted us misery;

they begrudged our remaining beside one another,

enjoying our youth and reaching the threshold of old age.