Many Men Who Transgress Justice, Honor Appearance

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

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.

Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.