Wit, Like The Belly, If It Be

All Men Would Be Tyrants If They Could.

The Soul Is Placed In The Body Like A Rough Diamond, And Must Be Polished, Or The Luster Of It Will Never Appear.

And Of All Plagues With Which Mankind Are Curst, Ecclesiastic Tyranny's The Worst.

This Grieved Me Heartily ; And Now I Saw, Though Too Late, The Folly Of Beginning A Work Before We Count The Cost, And Before We Judge Rightly Of Our Own Strength To Go Through With It.

Actions Receive Their Tincture From The Times, And As They Change Are Virtues Made Or Crimes