What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

A Saint In Crape Is Twice A Saint In Lawn.

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

There Still Remains To Mortify A Wit The Many-headed Monster Of The Pit.