Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .

Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.

Nor Think Thou With Wind Of æry Threats To Awe Whom Yet With Deeds Thou Canst Not.