The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!

Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

Light is the task where many share the toil.

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

Over the wine-dark sea.