In the wide maze of error, darkly groping.

Wisdom is not the medicine to heal

A discontented mind. I now know more

Than when I left the earth, but feel that I

Have bought my knowledge with increase of sorrow.

Did I not tell thee that its path were steep,

And hard to climb, and thick beset with thorns,--

And that its tempting, longed-for fruit, tho' bought