The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
A short retirement urges a sweet return.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
The best apology against false accusers is silence.