He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Come, Swear It, Damn Thyself, Lest, Being Like One Of Heaven, The Devils Themselves Should Fear To Seize Thee; Therefore Be Double-damned, Swear,--thou Art Honest.