Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother
Immortals are never alien to one another.
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.
Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Upon my word, just see how mortal men always put the blame on us gods! We are the source of evil, so they say - when they have only their own madness to think if their miseries are worse than they ought to be.
Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time
Ah how shameless - the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.
By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember
Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.
Each man delights in the work that suits him best.
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