Of fortune no man tastes his fill. While pointing envy notes his store, And tongues extol his happiness, Man surfeited will hunger still. For who grows weary of success, Or turns good fortune from his door Bidding her trouble him no more? (tr. P. Vellacott)

— Aeschylus Oresteia (-458)

τὸ μὲν εὖ πράσσειν ἀκόρεστον ἔφυ πᾶσι βροτοῖσ⟨ιν⟩,
δακτυλοδείκτων δ᾿ οὔτις ἀπειπὼν εἴργει μελάθρων,
"μηκέτ᾿ ἐσέλθῃς", τάδε φωνῶν.

Original text (Ancient Greek)

Notes from Wikiquote

Too true it is! our mortal state With bliss is never satiate.

of l. 1331 (E. D. A. Morshead)