aeneid
.and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...
— Virgil
Death's brother, sleep.
— Virgil
Families descends Aver no:Notes true dies patent Atari Santa ITIS;Used relocate radium supersede evaders ad auras, Hoc opus, HIC labor est.(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 task and mighty labor lies.)
— Virgil
... She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
— Virgil
The signs of the old flame, I know them well. I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me donor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades, the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night, before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.
— Virgil
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