Love of the world will lead you to the court. Do not trust it. Chance are that it will suddenly and in the shortest of time
promote you to the highest dignities but so, that it will push you down quicker and deeper into the depths of calamity and
misery. Pride puffs you up, but so that faster than a ball you roll into any shamefulness whatsoever. Desire for gold, precious
stones, and gifts will set you aflame, but so that strangled with a golden noose you hurtle into the eternal flames to be
most horribly tortured. It will call you into its counting office. May the unsteadiness of the counting boards, subjected
as it is to what the bookmaker decides, be a symbol for you of how changeable honours and dignities are, according to the
whims of princes and kings.