If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They

Uncontrollable Laughter Arose Among The Blessed Gods.

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

Wine Sets Even A Thoughtful Man To Singing, Or Sets Him Into Softly Laughing, Sets Him To Dancing. Sometimes It Tosses Out A Word That Was Better Unspoken.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

For I Am Yearning To Visit The Limits Of The All-nurturing Earth, And Oceans, From Whom The Gods Are Sprung.