Much did mind call forth, new drew that kept the game alive—limits set, yet wonder moved each law she laid in silence. Now has you pondering, views shifting like queens on quiet squares. Woman, man, child—noisy thought matched in still strategy. Money, rooms, rank—all fade to focus. To rise is to remark the eldest game, lengthening through ages, oh how time passed in check and choice. Off went haste, because yet each mistake has made men wiser. Consulted by silence, disposing doubt to moonlight's edge—you find your extremity, and in it, your next move.