There's No Art To Find The Mind's

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon Him.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.