Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #23:

See my greatness! It's chiselled in stone

Hear my chariots fight for my throne!

but since poets and bibles

have demeaned me with libels

It's for pride, not for glory, I'm known.

And unveil Lorick #24

In the air o'er the seas is my place

A good omen 'till slain in disgrace.

But my murderer met

With eternal regret

I was hung round his neck - cursed embrace!