To The Worker, God Himself

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

The God Knows When To Smile.

Young Man, Two Are The Forces Most Precious To Mankind. The First Is Demeter, The Goddess. She Is The Earth -- Or Any Name You Wish To Call Her -- And She Sustains Humanity With Solid Food. Next Came Dionysus, The Son Of The Virgin, Bringing The Counterpart To Bread: Wine And The Blessings Of Life's Flowing Juices. His Blood, The Blood Of The Grape, Lightens The Burden Of Our Mortal Misery. Though Himself A God, It Is His Blood We Pour Out To Offer Thanks To The Gods. And Through Him, We Are Blessed.

Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.