The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is

Love's All In All To Women.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?