I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon

To Hold, As 't Were, The Mirror Up To Nature.

But I Remember Now I Am In This Earthly World, Where To Do Harm Is Often Laudable, To Do Good Sometime Accounted Dangerous Folly.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

A Sympathy In Choice.