Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue, But Vice Revolted From Itself, And After A While Returning. The Actions Of Just And Pious Men Do Not Darken In Their Middle Course.

For Liberty Hath A Sharp And Double Edge, Fit Only To Be Handled By Just And Virtuous Men; To Bad And Dissolute, It Becomes A Mischief Unwieldy In Their Own Hands.

And The More I See Pleasures About Me, So Much More I Feel Torment Within Me.

Quips And Cranks And Wanton Wiles, Nods And Becks And Wreathèd Smiles.

Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy Truth So Pure Of Old, When All Our Fathers Worshipp'd Stocks And Stones.