Know Thy Birth! For Dost Thou Art,

All Hope Is Lost Of My Reception Into Grace; What Worse? For Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

In Vain Doth Valour Bleed, While Avarice And Rapine Share The Land.

Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.

Who Would Not, Finding Way, Break Loose From Hell, . . . . And Boldly Venture To Whatever Place Farthest From Pain?