"By the bright circle of the golden sun,

By the bright courses of the errant moon,

By the dread potency of every star,

In the mysterious Zodiac's burning girth,

By each and all of these supernal signs,

We do adjure thee, with this trusty blade

To guard yon central oak, whose holy stem,

Involves the spirit of high Taranis:

Be this thy charge."-MASON