Heaven Prepares Good Men With Crosses; But

The Voice So Sweet, The Words So Fair, As Some Soft Chime Had Stroked The Air; And Though The Sound Had Parted Thence, Still Left An Echo In The Sense.

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

It Is Virtue That Gives Glory; That Will Endenizen A Man Everywhere.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.