Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

The Holy Heaven Yearns To Wound The Earth, And Yearning Layeth Hold On The Earth To Join In Wedlock; The Rain, Fallen From The Amorous Heaven, Impregnates The Earth, And It Bringeth Forth For Mankind The Food Of Flocks And Herds And Demeter's Gifts; And From That Moist Marriage-rite The Woods Put On Their Bloom.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.