Nor you nor your house were so much as spoken of before I disbased myself.

She prayed to Pallas, and by her help escaped from him in the form of a crow, rejoicing more to keep her maidenhead white under the blackness of the feathers than to lose it and be adorned with the fairest pearls.

I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride.

Man's labefaction did not occur in time past; nor does it wait upon time future.