Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those

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.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

Rumours Voiced By Women Come To Nothing.