In heil one lives as one is wont.
Punch said to would-be bridegrooms: Don’t!
Might I advise the same to those
Shapeless and senseless embryos
Who seek to live? Yes, God is wise
Enough to set a snare for lies
As well as truths. The soul content
On earth in his own element
Will be content from flesh released.
But he who strives to be a beast
Or strives to be a god; would gain
Long bliss for a few hours of pain,
Or struggles for no matter what,
Continues. I would rather not.
Vv.
That puzzle’s grief I did not share
Because on earth I did not care.
I met a grave philosopher—
Had sought most nobly not to err
Probing God’s Nature. See his lobes
Swell with hell’s torment! Still he probes
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