Human Nature Craves Novelty.

The Enjoyments Of This Life Are Not Equal To Its Evils.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Honey Comes Out Of The Air At Early Dawn The Leaves Of Trees Are Found Bedewed With Honey. Whether This Is The Perspiration Of The Sky Or A Sort Of Saliva Of The Stars, Or The Moisture Of The Air Purging Itself, Nevertheless It Brings With It The Great Pleasure Of Its Heavenly Nature. It Is Always Of The Best Quality When It Is Stored In The Best Flowers.

We Listen With Deep Interest To What We Hear, For To Man Novelty Is Ever Charming.

Nothing Is More Useful Than Wine For Strengthening The Body And Also More Detrimental To Our Pleasure If Moderation Be Lacking.