Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
All things change, nothing perishes.
Time is generally the best doctor.
There will grow from straws a mighty heap.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?