So. Lie there, my art.
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides: Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sways, not as it hath power, but as it is suffered.
When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.