Do not what thou not wilt
Lest thine heart be smite with guilt
Betray not thy moral code
Lest thou darken thy beautiful abode

Thy truth shall set thou free
Though thy truth be not easy to see
In thine heart before thy mind
The truth thou seek is there to find

Know ye now there be a cost
None walk in truth and don't get lost
For even thy kin may go away
Lest they accept the truths you do say

But modest in truth is the price
For what thou pay for is everlasting life
The power of Good will thou gain
And with it the power to walk without pain

But temptation thou must first defeat
Walk thy path in life with thine own feet
For thy path cannot ever be thine own
Until thou stop reaping what thou hast not sown

Let your morals be to ye a guide
From thyself dare not let a truth hide
Of great power ye may be worthy
If only, if only, thou truly were thee


The above poem, titled The Secret and sometimes The Key of Keys, was written by William Wisely (a known pseudonym for a very prolific, eighth-century anonymous poet and musician) in 722 A.O. The poem is engraved on the wall in the main hall of the University of Theological Studies in Agamar.