For He That Once Is Good, Is

Guilt's A Terrible Thing.

Honor's A Good Brooch To Wear In A Man's Hat At All Times.

Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That I May See Thee.

Tis Not The Wholesome Sharp Mortality, Or Modest Anger Of A Satiric Spirit, That Hurts Or Wounds The Body Of A State, But The Sinister Application Of The Malicious, Ignorant, And Base Interpreter; Who Will Distort And Strain The General Scope And Purpose Of An Author To His Particular And Private Spleen.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.