Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

Modest Wisdom Plucks Me From Over-credulous Haste.

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

Tired With All These For Restful Death I Cry, As To Behold Desert A Beggar Born, And Needy Nothing Trimmed In Jollity, And Purest Faith Unhappily Forsworn.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.