Sweet Phosphor, Bring The Daywhose Conquering Raymay

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Flee Home To Thy Own Conscience, And Examine Thy Heart: If Thou Be Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction: Make Use Of Both; So Shalt Thou Distil Honey Out Of Gall, And Out Of An Open Enemy Create A Secret Friend.

If Thou Wouldst Be Justified, Acknowledge Thine Injustice. He That Confesses His Sin, Begins His Journey Toward Salvation. He That Is Sorry For It, Mends His Pace. He That Forsakes It, Is At His Journey's End.

See, Here's A Shadow Found; The Human Nature Is Made Th' Umbrella To The Deity, To Catch The Sunbeams Of Thy Just Creator; Beneath This Covert Thou May'st Safely Lie.

Let The Words Of A Virgin, Though In A Good Cause, And To As Good Purpose, Be Neither Violent, Many, Nor First, Nor Last; It Is Less Shame For A Virgin To Be Lost In A Blushing Silence Than To Be Found In A Bold Eloquence.

For Trash And Toys, And Grief-engend'ring Joys, What Torment Seems Too Sharp For Flesh And Blood; What Bitter Pills, Compos'd Of Real Ills, Men Swallow Down To Purchase One False Good!