O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

Among All Men On The Earth Bards Have A Share Of Honor And Reverence, Because The Muse Has Taught Them Songs And Loves The Race Of Bards.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.