Classic Poem

K N owledge (the depth of whose unbounded main
Hath been the wreck of many a curious braine,
And from her (yet unreconciled) schooles
Hath fill'd us with so many learned, fooles)
Hath tutor'd thee with rules that cannot erre,
And taught thee how to know thy selfe, and her:
Furnisht thy nimble soule in height of measure,
With humane riches and divinest treasure,
From whence as from a sacred spring did flow
Fresh Oracles, to let the hearer know
A way to glory; and to let him see,
The way to glory is to study thee.