Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.