He Is Not Valiant That Dares Lie;

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!

Virgin Me No Virgins! I Must Have You Lose That Name, Or You Lose Me.

The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In Goodness.