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O Wisdom, Your Children have become fools. They abhor in bitter drink, but delight in its  sweetness. They believe in love and goodness, but practice malice and disgust. For they have always hated a lie, but yet return it sevenfold. They trust in marriage, but in doubt cheat, and bring forth children they have not perceived. They have put on disguise, to be desired falsely, and speak of all kinds of great things, but with it proceed slanders and deceitfulness. For there is only one truth, and that same truth is commingled with a lie. And that same lie despises truth. For they speak wickedly and spitefully, but do not like it measured back. And refuse to be viewed as a fabrication, but re-invent themselves daily.  And how ungrateful they are for mistaken children, but thank goodness for unconditional love. For if that cheater understood love, they would trust in marriage, and likewise practice goodness and courtesy. But instead they make merry in being drunk, that very same drunk who makes them miserable. O fools, you cannot justify wisdom, but Wisdom, is justified by her children.