. . . It Is Yours Women's

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.

Married Love Between Man And Woman Is Bigger Than Oaths Guarded By Right Of Nature.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.