A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.