Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Boy, Those Germans Have A Word For Everything!

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.