Whenever A Man Makes Haste,

Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.