So It Is That The Gods Do

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

The God Of War Will See Fair Play-he's Often Slain That Wants To Slay!

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above With Ease Can Save Each Object Of His Love; Wide As His Will Extends His Boundless Grace.

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills