Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

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

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.