Knowledge Comes Of Learning Well Retain'd, Unfruitful

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

In That Book Which Is My Memory, On The First Page Of The Chapter That Is The Day When I First Met You, Appear The Words, ‘here Begins A New Life’.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

O How Far Remov'd, Predestination! Is Thy Foot From Such As See Not The First Cause Entire: And Ye, O Mortal Men! Be Wary How Ye Judge: For We, Who See The Maker, Know Not Yet The Number Of The Chosen; And Esteem Such Scantiness Of Knowledge Our Delight: For All Good Is, In That Primal Good, Concentrate; And God's Will And Ours Are One.