“A great ox stands on my tongue.”

“There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.”

“My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.”

“CLYTEMNESTRAWhat ails thee, raising this ado for us?SLAVEI say the dead are come to slay the living.”

“It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.”

“At home there tarries like a lurking snake, Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled, A wily watcher, passionate to slake, In blood, resentment for a murdered child.”

“In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain”