Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.

There Is As Much Confusion In The World Of The Gods As In Ours.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Enjoy Yourself, Drink, Call The Life You Live Today Your Own; But Only That, The Rest Belongs To Chance.

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.