Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men

Who, Except The Gods, Can Live Time Through Forever Without Any Pain?

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

The Great And Amorous Sky Curved Over The Earth, And Lay Upon Her As A Pure Lover. The Rain, The Humid Flux Descending From Heaven For Both Man And Animal, For Both Thick And Strong, Germinated The Wheat, Swelled The Furrows With Fecund Mud And Brought Forth The Buds In The Orchards. And It Is I Who Empowered These Moist Espousals, I The Great Aphrodite.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.