Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

God, Who Oft Descends To Visit Men Unseen, And Through Their Habitations Walks To Mark Their Doings.

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

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

And I Will Place Within Them As A Guide My Umpire Conscience, Whom If They Will Hear Light After Light Well Used They Shall Attain, And To The End Persisting, Safe Arrive.