I Have Found Power In The Mysteries

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

Real Friendship Is Shown In Times Of Trouble; Prosperity Is Full Of Friends.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.