Retiring From The Popular Noise, I Seek

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.

So Glistered The Dire Snake , And Into Fraud Led Eve, Our Credulous Mother, To The Tree Of Prohibition, Root Of All Our Woe.

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.