The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome

A Good Man Will Avoid The Spot Of Any Sin. The Very Aspersion Is Grievous, Which Makes Him Choose His Way In His Life, As He Would In His Journey.

Where Dost Thou Careless Lie, Buried In Ease And Sloth? Knowledge That Sleeps, Doth Die; And This Security, It Is The Common Moth, That Eats On Wits And Arts, And Oft Destroys Them Both.

O! How Vain And Vile A Passion Is This Fear! What Base Uncomely Things It Makes Men Do.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.