For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

Pardon's The Word To All.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness To Catch The Nearest Way: Thou Wouldst Be Great; Art Not Without Ambition, But Without The Illness Should Attend It: What Thou Wouldst Highly, That Wouldst Thou Holily; Wouldst Not Play False, And Yet Wouldst Wrongly Win.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.