The sun rose on the flawless brimming sea into a sky all brazen-all one brightening for gods immortal and for mortal men on plowlands kind with grain.

She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

When you're in my house you shall do as I do and believe who I believe in. So Bart butter your bacon.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

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