Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold,

I Pardon Him, As God Shall Pardon Me.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love More Strong, To Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long

For By His Face Straight Shall You Know His Heart.