Satan; So Call Him Now, His Former

Education Of Youth Is Not A Bow For Every Man To Shoot In That Counts Himself A Teacher; But Will Require Sinews Almost Equal To Those Which Homer Gave To Ulysses.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.