He Is The Most Wretched Of Men

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

No Might Nor Greatness In Mortality Can Censure 'scape; Back- Wounding Calumny The Whitest Virtue Strikes. What King So Strong Can Tie The Gall Up In The Slanderous Tongue?

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.