For In Pure Maidens, Knowing

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

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.

God Always Strives Together With Those Who Strive.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.