Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More

From The King To The Beggar, By Gradation, All Are Servants; And You Must Grant, The Slavery Is Less To Study To Please One, Than Many.

For Any Man To Match Above His Rank Is But To Sell His Liberty.

To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have Lost; And To Despair Is But To Antedate Those Miseries That Must Fall On Us.

Malice Scorned, Puts Out Itself; But Argued, Give A Kind Of Credit To A False Accusation.

Thou Art Figured Blind, And Yet We Borrow Our Best Sight From Thee.