Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

So Quick Bright Things Come To Confusion.​​​​​​

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!