Epigraph
“The Moving Finger writes: and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.”
“Then to the rolling Heav’n itself I cried.
Asking, ‘What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?’
And—‘A blind Understanding!’ Heav’n replied.”