There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

out of sight,out of mind

And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!