By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.