Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We

Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More Than Vice Set Off With All The Trim Of Greatness.

Nor Custom, Nor Example, Nor Cast Numbers Of Such As Do Offend, Make Less The Sin.

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

Revenge, That Thirsty Dropsy Of Our Souls, Makes Us Covet That Which Hurts Us Most.