It Is The Nature Of Mortals To

Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

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.