Continued the Anchorite:
‘Hand-in-hand with Ancientness walks Wisdom;
For the Begings
And the Foundations
Thence Spaces, Times Motions reside with the rest.
And there you must slake your thirst
And there you must eat your hunger
Away. Hunger for Wisdom
For Wisdom thirst and hunger.
And there be Knowledge too
In Wisdom enfolded it be coiled
As the Snail inside the Shell, the Spring:
Which slow unwind and taste
And learn.
And your eyes will be opened
Opened the more, though already see'
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