For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The

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.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

"reverence For Parents" Stands Written Among The Three Laws Of Most Revered Righteousness.