mons patiens ferri varios mutatur in artus.
V. (LXXXVI.)
A distant Scene.
There is a place deep buried in a huge bay where an island, stretching far out into the sea, stills the rough waves to quiet, and steep cliffs, jutting out into the broken water, curve themselves into a peaceful harbourage.
VI. (LXXVIII.)[64]
Anger affords a weapon to him who seeks one.
Whate’er it carries, that rage converts into a weapon. Wrath supplies all with arms. When an angry man thirsts for blood anything will serve him for a spear. Fury turns a stick into a cudgel.
VII. (LXXXVII.)
Statue of a Chariot.