There Is No Harbor Of Peace From

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

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.

There Is Safety In Numbers.

Venus, Thy Eternal Sway All The Race Of Men Obey. Euripides, Iphigenia In Aulis. He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love For Ever.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).