The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In

Ambition, In A Private Man Is A Vice, Is In A Prince The Virtue.

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

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

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.