And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs

But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

See now, how men lay blame upon us gods for what is after all nothing but their own folly.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.

There is no fouler fiend than a woman when her mind is bent to evil.

Thou knowst the oer-eager vehemence of youth,How quick in temper, and in judgement weak.