Where Shame Is, There Is Also Fear.

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be A Sin To Know? Can It Be Death?

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.

Leaves Have Their Time To Fall, And Flowers To Wither At The North - Wind's Breath, And Stars To Set; But All, Thou Hast All Seasons For Thine Own, O Death!

What Need A Man Forestall His Date Of Grief, And Run To Meet What He Would Most Avoid?.

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