So In The Libyan Fable It Is

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.

Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.