The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Thus Have The Gods Spun The Thread For Wretched Mortals: That They Live In Grief While They Themselves Are Without Cares; For Two Jars Stand On The Floor Of Zeus Of The Gifts Which He Gives, One Of Evils And Another Of Blessings.

And For Yourself, May The Gods Grant You Your Heart's Desire, A Husband And A Home, And The Blessing Of A Harmonious Life. For Nothing Is Greater Or Finer Than This, When A Man And Woman Live Together With One Hear And Mind, Bringing Joy To Their Friends And Grief To Their Foes.

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.