That which an enraged woman can accomplish.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.
Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.
He enters the port with a full sail.
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.