Wrong Must Not Win By

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.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.