Thestarsalreadyneartobringthetime,
Fromeveryhindrancesafe, andeverybar,
WithinwhichaFive-hundred, Ten, andFive,
OnesentfromGod, shallslaythethievishwoman
Andthatsamegiantwhoissinningwithher.
Andperadventuremydarkutterance,
LikeThemisandtheSphinx, maylesspersuadethee,
Since, intheirmode, itcloudstheintellect;
ButsoonthefactsshallbetheNaiades
Whoshallthisdifficultenigmasolve,
Withoutdestructionoftheflocksandharvests.
Notethou; andevenasbymeareuttered
Thesewords, soteachthemuntothosewholive
Thatlifewhichisarunninguntodeath;
Andbearinmind, whene'erthouwritestthem,
Nottoconcealwhatthouhastseentheplant,
Thattwicealreadyhasbeenpillagedhere.
Whoeverpillagesorshattersit,
WithblasphemyofdeedoffendethGod,
Whomadeitholyforhisusealone.
Forbitingthat, inpainandindesire
Fivethousandyearsandmorethefirst-bornsoul
CravedHim, whopunishedinhimselfthebite.
Thygeniusslumbers, ifitdeemitnot
Forspecialreasonsopre-eminent
Inheight, andsoinvertedinitssummit.
Andifthyvainimaginingshadnotbeen
WaterofElsaroundaboutthymind,
AndPyramustothemulberry, theirpleasure,
Thoubysomanycircumstancesonly
ThejusticeoftheinterdictofGod
Morallyinthetreewouldstrecognize.
ButsinceIseetheeinthineintellect
Convertedintostoneandstainedwithsin,
Sothatthelightofmydiscoursedothdazethee,
Iwilltoo, ifnotwritten, atleastpainted,
Thoubearitbackwithinthee, forthereason
Thatcinctwithpalmthepilgrim'sstaffisborne."
AndI: "Asbyasignetisthewax
Whichdoesnotchangethefigurestampeduponit,
