201 With sinful act men cease to feel the dread of ill within; The excellent will dread the wanton pride of cherished sin.

202 Since evils new from evils ever grow, Evil than fire works out more dreaded woe.

203 Even to those that hate make no return of ill; So shalt thou wisdom's highest law, 'tis said, fulfil.

204 Though good thy soul forget, plot not thy neighbour's fall, Thy plans shall 'virtue's Power' [GOD's law] by ruin to thyself forestall.

205 Make not thy poverty a plea for ill; Thy evil deeds will make thee poorer still.

206 What ranks as evil spare to do, if thou would'st shun Affliction sore through ill to thee by others done.

207 From every enmity incurred there is to 'scape a way; The wrath of evil deeds will dog men's steps, and slay.

208 Man's shadow dogs his steps where'er he wends; Destruction thus on sinful deeds attends.

209 Beware, if to thyself thyself is dear, Lest thou to aught that ranks as ill draw near!

210 The man, to devious way of sin that never turned aside, From ruin rests secure, whatever ills betide.