"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 dementéd - blindfoldéd by light,

Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."



"Might I too was blindfoldéd 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 suckléd in creeds outworn;

Whith faärtytales 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..."