The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.

Be bold and boast, just like the cock beside the hen.

For the mighty, even to give away is grace.

Words are healers of the sick tempered.

Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.

There's only few people who have strength to honor someone's achievement without envy.