Make ends meet

pleasure forego! I may not pretend, aught rightly to know, I may not pretend,

through teaching, to find A means to improve or convert mankind. Then I

have neither goods nor treasure, No worldly honour, rank, or pleasure; No

dog in such fashion would longer live! Therefore myself to magic I give, In

hope, through spirit - voice and might, Secrets now veiled to bring to light,

That I no more, with aching brow, Need speak of what I nothing know; That

I the force may recognise That binds creation's inmost energies; Her vital

powers, her embryo seeds survey, And fling the trade in empty words away.