The Adulterer Dies. An Old

Ah, Lives Of Men! When Prosperous They Glitter - Like A Fair Picture; When Misfortune Comes - A Wet Sponge At One Blow Has Blurred The Painting.

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!'.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

The High Strength Of Men Knows No Content With Limitation.