Crusoe

I ride on the waves of their lies and tell how vicious men master vain manners for a piece of unhallowed bread.
I ride on the waves of their rumours and belch at the ridiculous riddles of the swindlers babbling boisterously in the scam of their filthy scandal.
I frown at the unholy fragrance of their floppish feats and gaze with contempt at their lusty eyes longing after the lucre of the poor; I mete also the verdict of the cohorts of vandals and in no little weight find in it the thirty pieces of silver.
I ride on the waves of their humours.