Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

Love For Thy Love , And Hand For Hand I Give.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

Let Us, Like Merchants, Show Our Foulest Wares, And Think Perchance They'll Sell; If Not, The Lustre Of The Better Yet To Show Shall Show The Better.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.