El Par
Power stood at the shore of fury,
Wisdom in innocence beholding,
What war would wrought,
Bleeding sole and such sort.
The former,drunk in pride:
Folly took him on ride.
The latter swathed in humility:
Whatever perchance wroughts her duty.
Then when by fist power is eased,
And the motion set forth uncontrollably.
Then did he Ho! At wisdom,
Before he's swallowed in his whoredom:
Power fashion out not everything,
Wisdom is better in handling it.
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