To have died once is enough.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
That which an enraged woman can accomplish.