Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.
But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death
For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.
In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.