Love Thrives Not In The Heart That

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

Should All Despair That Have Revolted Wives, The Tenth Of Mankind Would Hang Themselves.