It Has Been Observed That The Height

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

It Is A Maxim Universally Agreed Upon In Agriculture, That Nothing Must Be Done Too Late; And Again, That Everything Must Be Done At Its Proper Season; While There Is A Third Precept Which Reminds Us That Opportunities Lost Can Never Be Regained.

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

A God Cannot Procure Death For Himself, Even If He Wished It, Which, So Numerous Are The Evils Of Life, Has Been Granted To Man As Our Chief Good.

Cincinnatus Was Ploughing His Four Jugera Of Land Upon The Vaticanian Hill, The Same That Are Still Known As The Quintian Meadows, When The Messenger Brought Him The Dictatorship, Finding Him, The Tradition Says, Stripped To The Work.