Who truth pursues, who from false ways His heedful steps would keep, By inward light must search within In meditation deep; All outward bent he must repress His soul’s true treasure to possess.

Then all that error’s mists obscured Shall shine more clear than light, This fleshly frame’s oblivious weight Hath quenched not reason quite; The germs of truth still lie within, Whence we by learning all may win.

Else how could ye the answer due Untaught to questions give, Were’t not that deep within the soul Truth’s secret sparks do live? If Plato’s teaching erreth not, We learn but that we have forgot.