They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.