There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.

We shall enjoy it

As for him who finds
fault, may silliness
and sorrow take him!

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly

...gracious your form and your eyes as honey : desire is poured upon your lovely face Aphrodite has honored you exceedingly...

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.