And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

And Out Of Good Still To Find Means Of Evil.

O Loss Of Sight, Of Thee I Most Complain! Blind Among Enemies, O Worse Than Chains, Dungeon, Or Beggary, Or Decrepit Age!

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

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.