Even A Fool Learns Something Once It

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

Content To Follow When We Lead The Way.