Few sometimes may know, when thousands err.
Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.
By a certain fate, great acts, and great eloquence have most commonly gone hand in hand, equalling and honoring each other in the same ages.
Son of Heav'n and Earth, Attend: that thou art happy, owe to God; That thou continuest such, owe to thyself, That is, to thy obedience; therein stand.