Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

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.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.