Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.