Capitolo 95
Taught, not in to imagine false, to feel
Their children are thrusting steel:
Anybody anymore the anger that erst on skin of murder
From us, the queens of Hell.
It will fall, anybody more our fixed look to observe impends--
Death is able struck not repressed.
Of now from now on one to another to whine
_Lo, they is stricken, here, they falls and they dies
Around me!_ and that other responds him,
_O you that lookests that the pains of thy should stop,
Sees, with dark increase
They crowds and they presses on thee; yea, and weak
It is the whole care and every vain!_ of the comfort
You leave of now from now on that anybody cries, when fallen the hit
Of sudden-smiting the pain,
You shout in repeated and sad effort
The Justice of _O, helps! helps, thrones of ye of Or of Hell!_
Then although a father or a mother groan
New-tormented by a child, it is not able profit anymore,
Since then, overthrown from badly, the do of of it of skin Executes!
Knows, that a throne there is that you/he/she cannot pass away,
And one that sitteths on him--equal Fear,
Crossing with the inside soul of constant man of eyes:
Wisdom is child of the pain, and been born with a lot of a torn wound;
But what of now from now on,
What a man of deadly men, that nation on earth,
That nothing of holdeth in reverential fear neither in the light
Of inside reverence, he/she will adore Right
How older day?
You don't praise, Or it equips, the life over control,
Neither what what arcs to the hesitation of a tyrant.
Knows that the middle way
It is favorite to God and them the thereon that the wend,
They will arrive the end;
But theirs who wanders or to the left or right
It is sinners in his/her sight.
Takes to heart of thy this one, these soothfasts they put in words--
Of the impiety of playfulness sire is;
Only from control of calm and unstirred of mental health
Cometh the true weal, the destination of the desire of every man.
Yea, whatsoe'ers happen, holds you this the word of mine: