The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.
And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.