The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.