Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful

Hate Pollutes The Mind.

For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith