Res ipsa loquitur.

Psyche, the all-beautiful, sat sad and solitary, only admired, never loved. It seemed that no man wanted her.


"Love cannot live where there is no trust."
--CUPID


"But when you are once more safe at home, remember Medea, as I will remember you forever."


"Never by night and never by day will I forget you. If you will come to Greece you shall be worshiped for what you have done for us, and nothing except death will come between us."


"Your stubborn pride,
It drives away all those who would be kind,
But you will grieve the more of it."

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