1 Timid torpor and tardy pace,
2 Lethargic state and incisive sleep,
3 Are those shaped by currents grace,
4 Who as values safety keep.
5 Principle beg the world turn,
6 And rules the kingdom run,
7 And whilst dire passion burn,
8 Law shan’t be made undone.
9 But many things which’t be known,
10 And many good things won,
11 Would not but safety much condoned
12 Or be weren’t policy un-spun.
13 No adventures badly be-
14 A trenchant antithesis-
15 Just good stories told eagerly
16 As hell remembered bliss.