Long Is The Way And Hard, That

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

A Crown Golden In Show, Is But A Wreath Of Thorns, Bring Dangers, Troubles, Cares, And Sleepless Nights To Him Who Wears The Regal Diadem