Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.

Sleep And Death, Who Are Twin Brothers.