We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

Tis A Blushing Shame-faced Spirit That Mutinies In A Man's Bosom. It Fills A Man Full Of Obstacles. It Made Me Once Restore A Purse Of Gold That (by Chance) I Found. It Beggars Any Man That Keeps It.

Better Be With The Dead, Whom We To Gain Our Peace, Have Sent To Peace, Than On The Torture Of The Mind To Lie In Restless Ecstasy.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.