Just Are The Ways Of Heaven; From

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?

Yea, And If Some God Shall Wreck Me In The Wine-dark Deep, Even So I Will Endure… For Already Have I Suffered Full Much, And Much Have I Toiled In Perils Of Waves And War. Let This Be Added To The Tale Of Those.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.