For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith,

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

The Great And Amorous Sky Curved Over The Earth, And Lay Upon Her As A Pure Lover. The Rain, The Humid Flux Descending From Heaven For Both Man And Animal, For Both Thick And Strong, Germinated The Wheat, Swelled The Furrows With Fecund Mud And Brought Forth The Buds In The Orchards. And It Is I Who Empowered These Moist Espousals, I The Great Aphrodite.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.