It is always the season for the old to learn.
Unions in wedlock are perverted by the victory of shameless passion that masters the female among men and beasts.
The words of truth are simple.
Of prosperity mortals can never have enough.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.
If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.