So Fair And Foul A Day I

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Passion Lends Them Power, Time Means To Meet, Tempering Extremities With Extremes Sweet.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.