AMBROSIA AND NECTAR. 
F course no one, not even Miss Apis 
nor the lovely Venus herself, could 
live entirely upon nectar. 
We know that the gods and goddesses, 
when they had a party on Mount Olympus, 
always had ambrosia as well as nectar. 
They sat around and had it passed to 
them by the graceful goddess Hebe. She 
was as beautiful as the springtime, and | 
have no doubt they often ate and drank 
more than was good for them, just for 
the sake of having her bring them one 
more cup of nectar or one more slice of 
ambrosia. 
The nectar of the gods was like honey ; 
some say that nine-tenths of it was honey. 
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