Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued,

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.

Petitions, Not Sweetened With Gold, Are But Unsavory And Oft Refused; Or, If Received, Are Pocketed, Not Read.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Like A Rough Orator, That Brings More Truth Than Rhetoric, To Make Good His Accusation.