Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.

Knowledge Cannot Defile, Nor Consequently The Books, If The Will And Conscience Be Not Defiled.

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.

A Dungeon Horrible, On All Sides Round, As One Great Furnace, Flamed; Yet From Those Flames No Light, But Rather Darkness Visible Serv'd Only To Discover Sights Of Woe, Regions Of Sorrow, Doleful Shades, Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes That Comes To All; But Torture Without End.