...An irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes, the sweetest, soundest oblivion, still as the sleep of death itself...

"Hateful to me as are the gates of hell Is he who hiding one thing in his heart Utters another."

Homer

"The tongue of man is a twisty thing."

Homer

"Reproach is infinite, and knows no endSo voluble a weapon is the tongue;Wounded, we wound; and neither side can failFor every man has equal strength to rail."

Homer

"A decent boldness ever meets with friends."

Homer

"Two friends-two bodies with one soul inspired."

Homer