[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.

Do not mourn the dead with the belly.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

And would'st thou evil for his good repay?