The mains can flow with naught but venom, like a fen.
The mains can only what they get convey around.
Remember this. We’re treading now on solid ground.
A sovereign’s goodness is an unembodied soul,
That permeates the clay of human frame, its goal.585
It is the mind, the all-informing, well-derived,
That brings the body into discipline, where hived.
Love is a wanton, restless, reckless of control,
That drives the man to madness; passion does extol;
But goodness is a stream as sweet as Fount of Life;