Human Nature Craves Novelty.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

Wine Takes Away Reason, Engenders Insanity, Leads To Thousands Of Crimes, And Imposes Such An Enormous Expense On Nations.

It Is This Earth That, Like A Kind Mother, Receives Us At Our Birth, And Sustains Us When Born; It Is This Alone, Of All The Elements Around Us, That Is Never Found An Enemy Of Man.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

In The Literary As Well As Military World, Most Powerful Abilities Will Often Be Found Concealed Under A Rustic Garb.