The Gifts Of Bad Men Bring No

Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

Mankind . . . Possesses Two Supreme Blessings. First Of These Is The Goddess Demeter, Or Earth Whichever Name You Choose To Call Her By. It Was She Who Gave To Man His Nourishment Of Grain. But After Her There Came The Son Of Semele, Who Matched Her Present By Inventing Liquid Wine As His Gift To Man. For Filled With That Good Gift, Suffering Mankind Forgets Its Grief; From It Comes Sleep; With It Oblivion Of The Troubles Of The Day. There Is No Other Medicine For Misery.