Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds

Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned Than War.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.

Virtue May Be Assailed, But Never Hurt, Surprised By Unjust Force, But Not Enthralled.

Antichrist Is Mammon's Son.