Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

A Rare Bird Upon The Earth And Very Much Like A Black Swan.

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

A Pauper Traveller Will Sing Before A Beggar.