“Reason and Instinct!” How we love to play with words that please our pride; Our noble race’s mean descent by false forged titles seek to hide!

For “gift divine” I bid you read the better work of higher brain, From Instinct diff’ering in degree as golden mine from leaden vein.

Reason is Life’s sole arbiter, the magic Laby’rinth’s single clue: Worlds lie above, beyond its ken; what crosses it can ne’er be true.

“Fools rush where Angels fear to tread!” Angels and Fools have equal claim To do what Nature bids them do, sans hope of praise, sans fear of blame!