Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading

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.

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.