FIRST VOICE
So long adrift, so fast aground,
What foam and ruin have we found
We, the Wise Brothers?
Could heaven and earth be framed amiss,
That we should land in fine like this
We, and no others?
SECOND VOICE
Convoyed by what accursèd thing
Made we this evil reckoning
We, the Wise Brothers?
And if the failure be complete,
Why look we forward from defeat
We, and what others?
THIRD VOICE
Blown far from harbors once in sight,
May we not, going far, go right,
We, the Wise Brothers?
Companioned by the whirling spheres,
Have we no more than what appears
We, and all others?