As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?

If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They Listen To Him Also.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.