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.

Fate will find a way.

Endure the present, and watch for better things.

The leader of the deed was a woman. -Dux femina facti

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.