`Be my kin free fro varnal sin,
-- Bridle the thoughts of thy Master.`
`There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;
A glore that in the hearts and minds of men,
Men dement?d - blindfold?d by light,
Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom`d garths.`
`Might I too was blindfold?d ere -- `The quality of mercy and absolution,
Tho` years have master`d me -- Whence cometh such qualities?
A masque of this to fashion: -- Build thyself a mirror in which
Seer blest, thou best philosopher!` -- Solely wanton images of thy desire appear!`
``Tis the Divine Comedy - -- ``Tis the Divine Tragedy -
The fool and the mocking court; -- The fool and the mocking court;
Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells! -- Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!
We hold the Earth fro Heaven away.` -- Make us guffaw at thy futile follies,
-- Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame;
-- Earth beareth no balm for mistakes -
-- We hold the Earth fro Hell away.`
`Believe? In a deily long dead? -
I would rather be a pagan suckl?d in creeds outworn;
Whith fa?rtytales fill`d up in head;
Thoughts of the Book stillborn.`
-- `Shadow of annoyance -
-- Ne`er come hither!
-- ...And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer,
-- Ne`er to ascend again...`