Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And

Chaos Umpire Sits And By Decision More Embroils The Fray By Which He Reigns: Next Him High Arbiter Chance Governs All.

Calm Of Mind, All Passion Spent.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

Then Might Ye See Cowls, Hoods, And Habits With Their Wearers Tost And Flutter'd Into Rags; Then Reliques, Beads, Indulgences, Dispenses, Pardons, Bulls, The Sport Of Winds; All These Upwhirl'd Aloft Fly To The Rearward Of The World Far Off Into A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Called The Paradise Of Fools.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.