out of sight,out of mind
Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.
She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.
I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.