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!

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

Guns aren't toys! They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the King of England out of your face!

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

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