A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.

It Was From Out The Rind Of One Apple Tasted, That The Knowledge Of Good And Evil, As Two Twins Cleaving Together, Leaped Forth Into The World.

The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

In Contemplation Of Created Things, By Steps We May Ascend To God.