What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk

What Pity 'tis, One That Can Speak So Well, Should In His Actions Be So Ill!

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.

Pleasures Of Worse Natures Are Gladly Entertained, And They That Shun Us Practice In Private Sports The Stews Would Blush At.