Weakness is the mortal’s lot,
nor yet does grief avail –
in such truncated time there’s naught
but toil heaped on travail.
ἀνθρώπων ὀλίγον μὲν
κάρτος, ἄπρακτοι δὲ μεληδόνες,
αἰῶνι δ’ ἐν παύρωι πόνος ἀμφὶ πόνωι·
Part of Simonides, fr. 15
ΕΥΔΟΞΑ ΑΓΝΩΣΤΑ ΚΑΤΑΓΕΛΑΣΤΑ
I can only imagine than 10 sections of Latin pushed you right through despair and to the loving arms of Greek.
You bet! I regularly undermine my own pedagogical labors by telling the kids that all of the joys of Latin are chiefly derivative, and rely primarily on appreciation of Greek.