I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors,

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.