For Know That No One Is Free,

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.