My lords, the past cannot be cured.

If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.

She almost reluctantly learns to admire her strength and convictions as another powerful, determined woman.

I would not open windows into men's souls.

You couldn't get hold of the things you'd done and turn them right again. Such a power might be given to the gods, but it was not given to women and men, and t…

The dews of the evening most carefully shun - Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.