He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.

The part I remember best is the beginning.

This innocence begins to weigh me down.

He who has far to ride spares his horse.

Do you think you can be righteous and holy with impunity?

Vice, like virtue, Grows in small steps, and no true innocence Can ever fall at once to deepest guilt.

Me, rule? Me, place the State under my law, when my feeble reason no longer rules even myself!