Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.

Few sons are like their fathers - many are worse, few better.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

And empty words are evil.