Thou Blind Mans Marke, Thou Fooles Selfe-Chosen Snare, Fond Fancies Scum, And Dregs Of Scatter'D Thought: Band Of All Euils, Cradle Of Causelesse Care; Thou Web Of Will, Whose End Is Neuer Wrought: Desire! Desire! I Haue Too Dearly Bought, With Prise Of Mangled Mind, Thy Worthlesse Ware; Too Long, Too Long, Asleepe Thou Hast Me Brought, Who Shouldst My Mind To Higher Things Prepare. But Yet In Vaine Thou Hast My Ruine Sought; In Vaine Thou Madest Me To Vaine Things Aspire; In Vaine Thou Kindlest All Thy Smokie Fire; For Vertue Hath This Better Lesson Taught,-- Within My Selfe To Seeke My Onelie Hire, Desiring Nought But How To Kill Desire.