Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.