If You Are Very Valiant,

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.

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

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

Young Men's Minds Are Always Changeable, But When An Old Man Is Concerned In A Matter, He Looks Both Before And After.