I think Solomon helped Aeschylus write the Oresteia:
“…and radiant dreams are passing in the night, the memories throb with sorrow, joy with pain…it is pain to see dreams and see desires slip through the arms, a vision lost for ever winging down the moving drifts of sleep.” (lines 419-424)
“And once he slipped his neck in the strap of Fate, his spirit veering black, impure, unholy, once he turned he stopped at nothing, seized with the frenzy blinding driving to outrage – wretched frenzy, cause of all our grief!” (lines 17-24)
“…now I wait, I listen…there – there is something breathing under the night’s shroud.” (lines 453-455)
“Its eyes on fire, little beggar, fawning for its belly, slave to food.” (lines 721-722)
“But a man’s life-blood is dark and mortal. Once it wets the earth what song can sing it back?” (lines 1017-1020)
“Drop by drop at the heart, the gold of life ebbs out.” (line 1123)
“…they have their harmony but it is harsh, their words are harsh, they drink beyond the limit. Flushed on the blood of men their spirit grows and none can turn away their revel breeding in the veins – ” (lines 1190-1194)
