Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother,

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

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

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!