. . . It Is Yours Women's

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

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.