Jars neither of wine nor of water shall fail in the houses of the rich.
Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
And now it goes as it goes and where it ends is Fate. And neither by singeing flesh nor tipping cups of wine nor shedding burning tears can you enchant away the rigid Fury.
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