Helmet was joined to helmet, and spear to spear, and jewels, baggage, and elephants without number went with them, and you would have said it was a host that none could understand.
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Type: Poet Born: 935 Death: 1020 |
“It's sheer torture. I have to be up with the chickens every day and go to work on my body. I hate it, but I do it.”
“Think first of the action that is right to take, think later about coping with one's fears.”