A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.