God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause

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

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.