Try refusing the arrangement, or later petition for divorce — the first is impossible while the second is like admitting you're a whore. - Euripides

...I'd never want my muse
to be a singer of nothing but disaster.

But I wish to give you a wise piece of advice. When a friend is enraged with a man his friend, having met him face to face, let him fix his eyes on his friend's eyes, this only ought he to consider, the end for which he is come, but to have no recollection of former grievances.

Had I the tongue of Orpheus and his mellifluous strains and by song could cast a spell on Persephone and her spouse to wrest you out of hell,

I should go down and neither Pluto’s hound nor the spirit-ferrying Charon at his oar could stop me: not till I’d brought your soul up into the light.

Wait for me down there. Wait for me to die.

Prepare the home where you and I shall live as one.

For I shall make them lay my bones side by side with yours: stretched out with you in the selfsame cedar box.