. . . It Is Yours Women's

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.

Respect The Altar Of Justice And Do Not, Looking To Profit, Dishonor It By Spurning With Godless Foot; For Punishment Will Come Upon You.

But I Must Bear My Destiny As Best I Can, Knowing Well That There Is No Resisting The Strength Of Necessity.

Memory Is The Mother Of All Wisdom.