Found a family, build a state, <br />The pledged event is still the same: <br />Matter in end will never abate <br />His ancient brutal claim. <br /> <br />Indolence is heaven’s ally here, <br />And energy the child of hell: <br />The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear <br />But brims the poisoned well.<br /><br />Herman Melville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragments-of-a-lost-gnostic-poem-of-the-twelfth-century/
