Aquinas
For the glory of th'eternal God I write, swift penned, His science to expound, In treatise, verse, and disputation, all My life's work I've devoted to this end: These manuscripts that litter now my desk, The culmination of so many years Of study, my unworthy mind’s bequest, To those that follow in this vale of tears. But here in part I know, in part I speak, And see in manner dark as in a glass; But void shall be tongues, knowledge, prophecy, I'll know as I am known, see face to face: I can write no more, all that I've done Is but so much straw-