Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise!
To die is landing on some distant shore.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
But love's a malady without a cure.
A thing well said will be wit in all languages.