What Is Birth To A Man If

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human Wisdom.

With A Tale, Forsooth, He Cometh Unto You; With A Tale Which Holdeth Children From Play, And Old Men From The Chimney Corner.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?