Knowledge
A. What 's knowledge?
B. Sorrow,—sorrow: little else.
All the black units which make up the amount
Of human life, (sad sum of deeds and thoughts!)
Together joined, form knowledge. The great marks.
Which guide us onwards thro' tempestuous seas,
Are beacons, currents, rocks. The sunny places
Teach nothing, save that now and then we sink,
By trusting what looks fair. The gibbet there
Blurts out a lesson; and the clamorous blast,
That shakes yon rattling felon in his chains,
Screams forth a dismal moral.
B. Sorrow,—sorrow: little else.
All the black units which make up the amount
Of human life, (sad sum of deeds and thoughts!)
Together joined, form knowledge. The great marks.
Which guide us onwards thro' tempestuous seas,
Are beacons, currents, rocks. The sunny places
Teach nothing, save that now and then we sink,
By trusting what looks fair. The gibbet there
Blurts out a lesson; and the clamorous blast,
That shakes yon rattling felon in his chains,
Screams forth a dismal moral.
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