As, pricked out with less and greater lights, between the poles of the universe, the Milky Way so gleameth white as to set very sages questioning.
Astrology, the noblest of sciences.
In judgement be ye not too confident, Even as a man who will appraise his corn When standing in a field, ere it is ripe.
No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.
Because your question searches for deep meaning, I shall explain in simple words
I, answering in the end, began: 'Alas, how many yearning thoughts, what great desire, have lead them through such sorrow to their fate?