. . . It Is Yours Women's

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.