Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's

Even The Old Should Learn.

Of Prosperity Mortals Can Never Have Enough.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.