Moderation, The Noblest Gift Of Heaven.

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.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.