His Rod Revers'd, And Backward

Indu'd With Sanctity Of Reason.

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.