She Threw Into The Wine Which They

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

Dreams Surely Are Difficult, Confusing, And Not Everything In Them Is Brought To Pass For Mankind. For Fleeting Dreams Have Two Gates: One Is Fashioned Of Horn And One Of Ivory. Those Which Pass Through The One Of Sawn Ivory Are Deceptive, Bringing Tidings Which Come To Nought, But Those Which Issue From The One Of Polished Horn Bring True Results When A Mortal Sees Them.