When religion doth with virtue join, it makes a hero like an angel shine.
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
If its length be not considered a merit, it hath no other.
The fear of Hell, or aiming to be blest, Savors too much of private interest. This moved not Moses, nor the zealous Paul, Who for their friends abandoned soul and all.
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.
Circle are praised, not that abound, In largeness, but the exactly round.