How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief

Lethe, The River Of Oblivion, Rolls His Watery Labyrinth, Which Whoso Drinks Forgets Both Joy And Grief.

For Neither Man Nor Angel Can Discern Hypocrisy, The Only Evil That Walks Invisible, Except To God Alone.

The Spirits Perverse With Easy Intercourse Pass To And Fro, To Tempt Or Punish Mortals.

Just Are The Ways Of God, And Justifiable To Men; Unless There Be Who Think Not God At All.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round