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

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.

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