As grain is stored against a day of need, So men bring up children to tend their old age: A filial son begets filial children, The recompence here is truly wonderful. Do you ask how this our body Is to attain to length of years? Keep the fifth command, we say, And honour and emolument will descend upon you. The imperial court is an awe-inspiring spot, Let those about it dread celestial majesty; Life and death emanate from Heaven’s son, Let every officer avoid disobedience.