He is a working man.

This ship of life is the Narcissus.

The truth shines through the forecastle lamps.

The work of art is this man and the men and ship and sea!

Crane as I might, I can only hear the music, see the sights.

Loud and bright, my sense of right and wrong delight.

Morals captivate the dark of night.

Heart and souls prat with fight.

Truth and beauty make easy bedfellows.

Morals put a judgement on the table.

Men like women never make a bellows.

The life is the source as it is able.

Tell me a story.

Leave me a fable.