He Knew The Things That Were And

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

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

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.