The Cure Is In The

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.

To Be Free From Evil Thoughts Is God's Best Gift.

With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.