A garland of quotations LVII

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Then Lé fri flaith, son of Conaire, died under Mac cecht’s armpit, for the warrior’s heat and sweat had dissolved him.
•The Destruction of Dá Derga’s Hostel (c. 1100).

Only one giant had sprung out of ice, he has to beget children on himself, an office performed by his hands and feet together.
•Jacob Grimm, Teutonic Mythology (1835).

That little dog, it licks your mouth and lips.
I’m not surprised, for dogs love eating poop.
•Martial, Epigrams I (86).

They have the gentle voice o...