How delicate her feet who shuns the ground, Stepping a-tiptoe on the heads of men.

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

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

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.

And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs

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

Goddess of song, teach me the story of a hero.