There are wondrous escapes we find,

As we are sentenced to learn,

Around our fibers  ideas bind,

The wilds of apprenticeship’s sojourn,

Aedificamus,

 

Often ourselves we fail to discover,

Following the crowd, the scent,

Fret not as some die under,

You have to time, though spent,

Ubi Semper Discimus,

 

So off into new worlds go,

Befriend and consume at will,

Climb higher, for even snow,

And even then go further still,

Quaerere Sine Fine,

 

Let not your wonder dim,

Whether you fatten or slim,

In all things choose well to excel,

And your lips need not tell.

Magicae.