Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.