Yet While My Hector Still

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.