A faith so strong shall fall before the end br to gods: the men who shatter wills on truth br and fruitless will their search come to an end br for truth will conquer strength and hope with proof. br A dish once heaped so high with merry fare, br the food of hope, the drink prosperity br the plate has rotted, drenched in myriad cares, br the food grows rancid with nobility. br I'd deign to taste that honeyed summer wine br (that wine that gives what soon shall ruin us) br but time, i fear, has want of taste for wine- br I fear that fact more than the death of trust. br Machines may imitate the noblest man- br of hope they cannot make the thinnest strand.