Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.
I can't live without you or with you.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
An injury may prove a blessing.