In Naked Beauty Most Adorned.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

Extol Not Riches Then, The Toil Of Fools, The Wise Man's Cumbrance, If Not Snare, More Apt To Slacken Virtue, And Abate Her Edge, Than Prompt Her To Do Aught May Merit Praise.

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Reason Also Is Choice.