Socrates... Whom Well Inspir'd The Oracle Pronounc'd

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

With Diadem And Sceptre High Advanced, The Lower Still I Fall; Only Supreme In Misery; Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

Hence, Loathèd Melancholy, Of Cerberus And Blackest Midnight Born, In Stygian Cave Forlorn, 'mongst Horrid Shapes, And Shrieks, And Sights Unholy.