Law Can Discover Sin, But Not Remove,

The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved By War, Shall, With Their Freedom Lost, All Virtue Lose.

Nor From Hell One Step No More Than From Himself Can Fly By Change Of Place.

The Leaf Was Darkish, And Had Prickles On It, But In Another Country, As He Said, Bore A Bright Golden Flow'r, But Not In This Soil; Unknown, And Like Esteem'd, And The Dull Swain Treads On It Daily With His Clouted Shoon.

Courage Never To Submit Of Yield.

So Many Laws Argues So Many Sins.