Pleasure is good, and man for pleasure made;
But pleasure full of glory, as of joy;
Pleasure, which neither blushes, nor expires. 500
The witnesses are heard; the cause is o’er;
Let Conscience file the sentence in her court,
Dearer than deeds that half a realm convey;
Thus seal’d by Truth, th’ authentic record runs:
“Know all; know, infidels,—unapt to know!
’Tis immortality your nature solves; 506
’Tis immortality deciphers man,