Vera incessu patuit dea. (The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?
The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.
Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC) The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...
The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the...
..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...
But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling-- no peace, no rest for her body, love...
...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.
