I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors,

Oh, It Is Easy For The One Who Stands Outside The Prison-wall Of Pain To Exhort And Teach The One Who Suffers.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

. . . It Is Yours Women's To Be Silent And Stay Within Doors.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.