" For their feet run to evil and make hast to shed blood. Surelyin vain the net is spread in the sight  of any bird and they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives so are the ways of every one that is greedy of gain; which taketh away the life of the owners thereof. 
   Wisdom crieth without; wisdom uttereth soft voice in the streets it speaks low the the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates of the mind in the city of the heart and uttereth the words saying, ""how long he simple ones, will you love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?"