As to Caesar's sufferings, they are so severe, your tender soul would not wish your worst enemy to know such pain.

My art has few means of mitigating them, and the immortals are little inclined to lighten the load they have laid on this man.

Of the millions who tremble before him, not one prays or offers sacrifice of his own free-will for the prosperity of the monarch." A flash of enthusiasm sparkled in Melissa's eye, but Galenus did not heed it; he briefly bade her farewell and turned away to devote himself to other patients.
"There is one, at any rate," thought she, as she looked after the physician, "who will pray and sacrifice for that unhappy man.

Diodoros will not forbid it, I am sure." She turned to Andreas and desired him to take her to her lover.

Diodoros was now really sleeping, and did not feel the kiss she breathed on his fore head.