But I Must Bear My Destiny As

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.