A High Hope For A Low Heaven:

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.