Continued Work And Application Form My Soul's

The End Of Doubt Is The Beginning Of Repose.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.