You prove but too clearly that seeking to know Is too frequently learning to doubt.
Uncertain ways unsafest are, and doubt a greater mischief than despair.
Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; We may our ends by our beginnings know.
Who fears not to do ill fears the name, And free from conscience, is a slave to fame.
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.
Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 'Twas the corrupted Light of knowledge, hurl'd Sin, Death, and Ignorance o'er all the world; That Sun like this (from which our sight we have) Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave.