O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!
Our acts our angels are, for good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Come, sing now, sing; for I know you sing well; I see you have a singing face.
'Tis virtue, and not birth that makes us noble: Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern.
Speak boldly and speak truly, shame the devil.
Only look to Jesus. He died for you, died in your place, died under the frowns of heaven, that we might die under its smile.