I Stand For Judgment: Answer:

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Tears Water Our Growth.