Such Sober Certainty Of Waking Bliss.

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

Seas Wept From Our Deep Sorrows.

That Virtue Therefore Which Is But A Youngling In The Contemplation Of Evil, And Knows Not The Utmost That Vice Promises To Her Followers, And Rejects It, Is But A Blank Virtue, Not A Pure; Her Whiteness Is But An Excremental Whiteness.

Cyriack, Whose Grandsire On The Royal Bench Of British Themis, With No Mean Applause Pronounced And In His Volumes Taught Our Laws, Which Others At Their Bar So Often Wrench