She consumes a man’s substance and poisons his soul.
If the wizard of indolence takes you in hand,
Quick break from his grasp, or you’re quickly undone,
Your limbs will be lithe as a wickapy wand,[131]
And your sinews be soften’d like wax in the sun.
“A SOFT ANSWER TURNETH AWAY WRATH.”
A gentle answer will assuage
The ruthless vehemence of ire,