I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Alas For The Affairs Of Men! When They Are Fortunate You Might Compare Them To A Shadow; And If They Are Unfortunate, A Wet Sponge With One Dash Wipes The Picture Away.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.