Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

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.

Time Brings All Things To Pass.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.

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