Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man Dies But Once.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.