When wealth comes, one has no choice but to accept it,
as dragons and birds in flight are toilsome to stop.
A filled florid hall befuddles three-thousand guests,
and a sword slices coldly across fourteen states.
War music soars skyward and turns the air frigid,
the wind’s waves limning autumn while moving ‘cross land.
Being an ever-good omen of the Southwest;
Who would envy an old marquis of such high rank?
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