He Is Not A Lover

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Every Man Is Like The Company He Wont To Keep.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

There Is As Much Confusion In The World Of The Gods As In Ours.