What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.
Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!