In These Matters The Only Certainty Is

Wine Refreshes The Stomach, Sharpens The Appetite, Blunts Care And Sadness, And Conduces To Slumber.

The Javelin-snake Amphiptere Hurls Itself From The Branches Of Trees.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

I Would Have A Man Generous To His Country, His Neighbors, His Kindred, His Friends, And Most Of All His Poor Friends. Not Like Some Who Are Most Lavish With Those Who Are Able To Give Most Of Them.

But With Man, — By Hercules! Most Of His Misfortunes Are Occasioned By Man.