Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.
Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
Faults are soon copied.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
The arrow will not always find the mark intended.
Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.