It would not make my blood flow faster, it would freeze it in my veins.

How can I say what I mean! my soul looks straight out, and it finds you; but to find him it must look up to the heavens.

You are a fresh rose-garland with which I crown myself--he is a sacred persea-tree before which I bow." Rameri listened to her in silence, and then said, "I am still young, and have done nothing yet, but the time shall come in which you shall look up to me too as to a tree, not perhaps a sacred tree, but as to a sycamore under whose shade we love to rest.

I am no longer gay; I will leave you for I have a serious duty to fulfil.

Pentaur is a complete man, and I will be one too.