The Days are short and long, and cold and hot.
So they are here! Of all that I could trace
Are, just like us, a little darker race;
But striving all, by measures foul and fair,
To get our Nails, for Nails are many there. 10
They tipple grog; they love their dance and feasts,
And are taboo’d and terrified by priests.
Civil enough, when nothing thwarts their Will,
But very Devils when you use them ill;
Vain like ourselves and very fond of praise,