There's a story about a King Knüt, How all the gladhanders he rebuked.
Down to the sea we must go, says he. There to see if the waves will know.
The clouds are mighty & the sea is firm. He makes a stand on the shingled berm. 'Turn away! Turn away! Turn away,' he cries. 'Tell me,' says he, 'How the tide replies.'
There's a story about a King Knüt. How all of the gladhanders he rebuked.
Say what you will and do as you must. Deeds are alive when the man turns to dust.