Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.

. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.

Know not to revere human things too much.

Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.

Wrong must not win by technicalities.

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death