All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

What greater glory attends a man than what he wins with his racing feet and his striving hands?

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.