A man there is not like myself
Who has seen the vile things
In human minds--
Yet still can find
The regalness of kings.

How queer they fight for fame and pelf,
Then expect the gods forgive
Remoseless deeds,
Unheard of greed,
The foul ways he deigns to live.

Though the gods forgive his ways,
He must also worry great
About the plans
Of his fellow man,
For he may scheme to make him late.

Know that you must wind your stays
And hope they guide you right;
For if not just,
Our broken trust
Will see you fail your final fight.