Who even dead, yet hath his mind entire! This sound came in the dark
First must thou go the road to hell
And to the bower of Ceres’
daughter Proserpine,
Through overhanging dark, to see
Tiresias Eyeless that was,
a shade, that is in hell
So full of knowing that the beefy men know less than he
Ere thou come thy road’s end Knowledge the shade of a shade
Yet must thou sail after knowledge Knowing less than drugged beasts.