to see all of man, and his people,
which surely doth give them such fright.

but what doth all of this matter,
why else should all of you care,
why that i even should bother,
to ask that you listen is fair.

in gentelest terms, i entreat you,
i don't beg, nor I snivel, nor whine,
but courteously ask that you listen,
and promise that all will be fine.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Chronos, in the year 594 AF.