She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
The circling year completes its months since we entombed in earth the bones and remnants of my godlike father. Unless I err, that anniversary is here, the day that I shall always keep in grief and honor.
Think it not loss of time a while to stay, tho' thy companions chide thy long delay; tho' summon'd to the seas, tho' pleasing gales invite thy course, and stretch thy swelling sails: but beg the sacred priestess to relate with willing words, and not to write thy fate... She shall direct thy course, instruct thy mind, and teach thee how the happy shores to find. This is what Heav'n allows me to relate: now part in peace; pursue thy better fate.
Too happy would you be, did ye but know your own advantages!
We bear each one our own destiny.
When the first is plucked, a second will not be wanting.