The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman,

We Must Pronounce Him Fortunate Who Has Ended His Life In Fair Prosperity.

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

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.